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LOOKING  BEYOND 


POEMS 


BY 

FRANK  L.  MONTEVERDE 


BUFFALO 

CHARLES  WELLS  MOULTON 
1893 


COPYRIGHT,  1893, 
BY  FRANK  L.  MONTEVERDE. 


PRINTED  BY 

C.  W.  MOULTON, 

BUFFALO,  N.  Y. 


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DEDICATION. 

TO   MY   LOVING  AND  DEVOTED  WIFE, 

MADALINE, 

THIS  VOLUME  IS  AFFECTIONATELY 
DEDICATED. 


CONTENTS. 


The  Hundreth  Gate 9 

My  Star 15 

Can  You  Tell? 17 

Washington 18 

A  Dream  of  Love 21 

Nellie  Rose 22 

"The  Old  Guard" 24 

Madaline 26 

A  Message 27 

The  Clergyman's  Prayer 28 

Christmas 31 

Vivia's  Prayer 33 

A  Retrospect 35 

Evelyn — A  Memory 38 

One  Year  To-day 39 

The  Silver  Jubilee 42 

Trust  in  God 45 

At  Rest 46 

Josephine 48 

A  Welcome 49 

Twenty  Years  Ago 50 

A  True  Knight 54 

Changes 56 

November  Leaves 58 

The  Mocking-Bird 59 

Beautiful     .....,,,.....,..,  6p 


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PAGE 

Bright  Gleams 62 

The  Miser 63 

Morn 64 

A  Lamentation 66 

Lines 67 

A  Wish 69 

Spirit  Eyes 70 

I  Dreampt  Last  Night 71 

Sweet  Thoughts 72 

On  the  Tented  Field 74 

Love's  Trust 78 

Dark  Eyes 79 

Sayings 80 

Looking  Beyond 81 

List  the  Sighing 83 

What  is  Love  ? 84 

Roses 86 

Farewell 86 

A  Love  Plea 87 

To  Geraldine 89 

The  Tramp 90 

By  the  Rise  of  the  Sun 91 

The  Yearning  of  a  Mother's  Heart 92 

Christmas  Reverie 93 

Found  Dead 95 

Happiness  for  All 96 

Answered 97 

Mamma's  Flowers 98 

Farewell  to  Summer 99 

Thoughts  at  a  Baby's  Grave 101 

Love's  Answer 102 

One  I  Dearly  Love  ,..,.,..,.,..  103 


CONTENTS.  vii 

PAGE 

A  Tribute  to  Gambrell 104 

Christmas  Carol 105 

Looking  for  Papa 106 

You  did  not  Answer  No 107 

The  Last  Request 108 

A  Truth no 

Morning in 

My  Vivia 112 

Youth 113 

The  Storm 114 

I  Wonder 115 

Birds  in  the  Trees 116 

Love  is  Supreme 117 

Bitter-Sweet 119 

Nellie 120 

To  Live  in  Love 121 

Life-Death 122 

Life's  Sorrows 123 

Pity 124 

The  Hunter's  Dream  .    : 125 

The  Citizen  Road- Agent 128 

"Pegged  Out" 130 

Thanksgiving  in  the  Mines 131 

Old-Timers 132 

Deceived 134 

No  or  Yes 136 

Looking  Beyond 137 

False;  or,  The  Broken  Promise 139 

A  Little  Girl 144 

Greeting  to  the  A.  A.  W 146 


CONTENTS. 
IN  MEMORIAM. 


In  Memoriam 151 

Angelo  Monteverde 154 

Mrs.  Caroline  Monteverde 156 

Charles  Gusmani 158 

Mrs.  Leonora  Johnson  Lory 160 

Mrs.  Margaret  Klaffki 162 

John  and  Louis  Sohm 164 

Joseph  Schloss 165 

Mary  A.  Hein 167 

Mrs.  Clara  P.  Uhl 168 

Ferdinand  Sohm 170 

Mrs.  Tillie  Descalso 172 

William  Grehan .  174 

Mrs.  Mary  Kelly 176 

Andrew  Michael  Manley 178 

Little  Annie  Strehl 180 

Catherine  Delaney 181 

Johnnie  Fell 183 

Mrs.  Mary  Crowley 184 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 


THE  HUNDRETH  GATE. 

Read  at  the  opening  of  the  great  Memphis  Bridge,  May,  1892. 


O  GLORIOUS  stream!  thy  tide  we  span 

And  raise  above  its  ebb  and  flow 
The  mighty  handiwork  of  man — 

Commerce  and  art's  colossal  bow. 
Beneath  the  arches  grand  and  high 

Our  inland  fleets  with  flags  a-peak — 
Columbia's  ladened  argosy — 

The  shadeless  summer  sea  will  seek. 

n. 

Aye,  'neath  the  tracks  of  conscious  steel 

Which,  shining,  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Shall  press  the  strong,  undaunted  keel 

As  free  and  hopeful  as  of  yore! 
With  eager  hands  Trade's  golden  gates 

To-day  our  city  opens  wide, 
Inviting  all  our  sister  States 

To  seek  the  mart  by  riverside. 

in. 

We  greet  them  from  the  ocean's  line, 
We  hail  them  from  the  prairies  far, 

We  welcome  them  from  where  the  pine, 
A  living  mast,  seeks  out  the  star. 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 

And  to  the  farther  South  we  say — 
(The  fairest  land  beneath  the  sun — 

DeSoto's  kingdom.)     "  See  to-day, 
The  work  of  love  and  honor  done!  " 

IV. 

See  what  the  hand  of  man  hath  reared, 

That  Commerce  might  extend  her  sway; 
Behold  the  bridge  to  all  endeared! 

Behold  the  iron-jointed  way! 
No  more  adown  the  river  floats 

The  shallop  of  the  armored  knight, 
No  more  the  Indians'  birchen  boats 

The  waters  cleave  with  arrow  might. 


v. 


The  pleasing  hum  of  busy  trade, 

The  song  of  traffic  rising  high, 
Shall  penetrate  the  disfant  glade, 

And  be  the  Spaniard's  lullaby. 
And  Memphis  in  her  pride  to-day, 

With  every  heart  aglow  with  glee, 
To  outer  lands  extends  her  sway — 

The  laureled  Queen  of  Tennessee! 

VI. 

She  builds  for  all,  withholds  from  none, 
She  waits  not  for  the  favoring  gale, 

But  energetic  seeks  the  sun 
That  longs  to  greet  the  ambitious  sail. 


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Across  this  bridge,  shall  come  and  go, 

Led  by  a  genii's  master  mind, 
In  wonder's  ceaseless  ebb  and  flow, 

The  endless  tide  of  human  kind. 

VII. 

The  Memphis  of  the  past  is  dead! 

The  Memphis  of  the  future  born; 
A  fleece  of  cotton  as  her  bed, 

Her  crown  the  sheaf,  and  golden  corn. 
To  her  shall  come  with  love  endowed, 

By  steam  and  tide,  the  ladened  car, 
And  over  all  hosannas  loud 

Will  voice  her  triumphs  won  afar. 

VIII. 

'Twas  Labor's  task  to  rear  this  bridge, 

To  span  with  iron  the  river  wide, 
To  wrench  the  stone  from  mountain  ridge, 

To  dig  and  delve  beneath  the  tide. 
The  sons  of  toil  whose  work  to-day 

A  monument  of  grandeur  stands, 
Can  stand  erect  and  proudly  say: 

"Behold  the  labor  of  our  hands! 

IX. 

"  We  bridged  the  tide  and  slowly  rose.J 
Above  the  mailed  Spaniard's  grave, 

The  work  which  in  the  sunlight  throws 
Its  shadow  over  mart  and  wave. 


12  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

The  city  that  we  prize  to-day 

With  new  prosperity  we  greet, 
As  with  the  hands  of  love  we  lay 

The  wealth  of  Labor  at  her  feet." 

x. 

Let  Memphis  toward  the  goal  she  craves 

Take  this  fair  day  a  mighty  stride; 
Aye,  let  her  look  beyond  the  waves 

Upon  the  prairies  fair  and  wide. 
To  her  shall  come  from  States  afar 

The  worth  of  Commerce,  bravely  sought, 
And  men  will  haste  by  fleet  and  car 

To  see  what  we  have  grandly  wrought. 

XI. 

We  build  not  for  the  present  time, 

We  rear  not  for  an  idle  hour; 
No  jealousies  are  ours.     Sublime 

And  lasting  is  our  rise  to  power! 
Beneath  the  flowers  and  the  foam 

Forever  lie  the  swords  of  strife; 
And  on  the  sacred  hearths  of  home 

We  rise  to-day  to  newer  life. 

XII. 

We  look  beyond  this  work  of  ours, 
With  outstretched  hands,  we  proudly  stand 

Cpon  the  threshold  of  the  flowers 
And  cry,  "Come!  come! "  to  all  the  land. 


LOOKING  &EYOND. 

A  Southern  welcome  greets  you  here, 
The  gentle  touch  of  love  awaits 

All  those  who  seek  from  far  or  near 
The  market  by  the  Memphian  gates. 

XIII. 

We  ope  to-day  with  swelling  pride 

The  door  that  leads  to  land  of  corn; 
We  bridge  the  Mississippi  wide 

For  generations  yet  unborn. 
We  carve  no  names  on  voiceless  rocks, 

Our  fame  on  no  dead  walls  one  sees; 
The  golden  key  of  Trade  unlocks 

The  doors  of  future  treasuries. 


O  modern  Memphis,  fair  and  grand, 

A  queen  enthroned  upon  the  shore — 
The  Southern  gateway  of  that  land 

Whose  fame  is  fame  forevermore! 
Receive  the  homage  due  to-day. 

Rejoice  with  all  thy  flags  unfurled; 
The  flowered  hand  of  smiling  May 

Crowns  thee  anew  before  the  world. 

xv. 

Forever  'neath  the  mighty  arch 
May  argosies  of  Commerce  sweep, 

To  northern  lands  of  pine  and  larch 
To  sunny  shores  that  gird  the  deep! 


14  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Forever  be  this  day  renowned, 
O  city  throned  twixt  lakes  and  sea! 

May  this  become  the  halting  ground 
Of  conscious  thousands  yet  to  be. 

XVI. 

The  skies  are  bright;  the  rising  star 

Of  Empire  far  above  us  shines, 
Love  forms  her  wreath  where  thundered  War, 

And  Peace  requires  no  picket  lines. 
The  victor's  laureled  palm  awaits 

The  fearless  hand:  the  world  is  wide; 
Then,  open  all  thy  hundred  gates 

O  Memphis  fair  by  river  side! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  15 


MY  STAR. 

ON  a  summer's  evening  sitting 

'Neath  the  lamp-light's  mellow  glare, 
Gazing  out  into  the  darkness — 

Solemn  darkness  everywhere, 
'Mid  the  rustling  leaves  above  me, 

Almost  hidden  from  my  view, 
Twinkling  in  the  sky  of  azure, 

A  bright  star  came  peeping  through. 

And  I  gazed  upon  it,  thinking 

Of  a  lost  one  dear  to  me, 
Of  a  face  that  long  had  vanished 

From  this  vale  of  misery. 
When  methought  I  heard  the  laughter 

Coming  from  that  star  above! 
And  the  bright  face  of  my  darling 

Beamed  upon  me  in  its  love. 

'•'  Loved  one  do  not  be  disheartened, 

Care  and  toil  will  soon  be  o'er; 
When  you  hear  the  angels  calling 

You  will  meet  them  gone  before. 
When  again  'mid  realms  of  splendor 

We  will  never,  never  part; 
And  our  love  will  be  united 

Here  in  glory,  heart  with  heart!" 


16  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

What  a  feeling!  Sat  I  gazing 

On  that  little  star  above, 
In  my  memory  revolving 

All  the  thoughts  that  come  to  love; 
Dreaming  o'er  the  gentle  whispers 

That  still  lingered  in  my  ears; 
Falling  like  a  benediction, 

Banishing  all  sighs  and  fears. 

But  the  lovely  face  had  vanished, 

And  the  twinkling  little  star 
Seemed  to  fade  off  in  the  distance 

'Till  it  shown  a  silver  bar. 
But  I  gaze  upon  it  nightly, 

Calling  it  "my  star  of  love," 
And  I  often  catch  the  whispers 

From  that  dear  one  there  above. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  17 


CAN  YOU  TELL? 

CAN  you  tell  me,  my  boy,  can  you  tell 

Why  the  whirl  of  society  claims 
The  right  to  call  maiden  a  "  Belle," 

Nor  apply  the  same  title  to  dames  ? 
Why  it  is  that  the  rich  can  partake 

Of  the  pleasures  the  poor  are  denied  ? 
Why  the  marriage  vow  they  can  forsake, 

And  still  hold  positions  of  pride  ? 

Can  you  tell  me,  dear  boy,  can  you  tell 

Why  the  maiden  of  wealth  should  be  named 
By  the  high  sounding  title  of  "  Belle," 

While  the  poor  working-girl  is  defamed  ? 
Why  it  is  that  money  has  power 

Unto  which  truest  honor  must  bend  ? 
Under  which  the  pure  untainted  flower, 

Must  vanish  unwept  by  a  friend  ? 

Can  you  tell — can  you  tell  me,  I  ask, 

Why  this  unequal  level  doth  reign  ? 
Why  money  can  sin  'neath  a  mask, 

And  come  forth  unblemished  again  ? 
Oh!  why  should  we  turn  on  the  souls 

Who  are  tempted  by  demons,  and  fall! 
Who  are  sent  down  to  hell  by  these  ghouls! 

These  hirelings  of  satan's  black  pall! 


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WASHINGTON. 

Read  at  a  Reunion  of  the  Alumni  of  the  Christian  Brothers 
College. 

THE  father  of  his  country  named, 

Revered  and  loved  by  all 
Who  dwell  beneath  the  glorious  flag 

That  reigns  in  freedom's  hall; 
The  glorious  name  to  ever  live 

Until  the  end  of  time, 
The  name  immortal  that  I  make 

The  subject  of  this  rhyme. 

George  Washington!  What  pen  can  tell 

The  feeling  of  the  heart 
When  whispering  that  honored  name 

Whose  fame  will  ne'er  depart  ? 
Historians  may  pen  their  thoughts, 

And  poet's  sing  their  songs, 
But  never  can  they  chime  the  praise 

That  to  our  chief  belongs. 

When  clouds  obscured  these  skies  of  ours 

Amid  wars  vivid  glare, 
Who  led  our  army  to  the  fight 

And  caused  the  world  to  stare  ? 
At  Trenton  and  at  Valley  Forge 

Who  led  the  victors  on, 
Amid  the  winds  and  blinding  snow  ? 

Immortal  Washington. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  19 

It  was  a  glorious  day  when  high 

Upon  the  scroll  of  fame, 
The  sword  of  Washington  was  crowned 

With  Trenton's  deathless  name; 
But  greater  still  the  victory  won 

Within  that  dismal  gorge, 
When  through  the  winter's  dreary  hours, 

He  stood  at  Valley  Forge. 

Majestic,  noble,  grand  and  brave, 

A  giant  in  his  might, 
Born  to  command  the  noble  men 

He  led  into  the  fight. 
When  bravest  hearts  sank  in  despair, 

When  clouds  were  black  o'erhead, 
With  him  to  cheer  them  on  their  way, 

Men  followed  where  he  led. 

At  last  the  days  of  war  are  o'er, 

Once  more  the  world  is  still; 
The  gallant  men  go  to  their  homes 

The  vacant  place  to  fill; 
And  all  rejoice  that  peace  has  come, 

Won  by  Columbia's  son. 
The  world  is  thrilling  with  the  name 

Of  General  Washington. 

The  murmur  of  Potomac's  stream 

That  glides  by  Mount  Vernon 
Will  ever  sing  a  requiem 

To  honored  Washington. 


20  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

He  needs  no  granite  shaft  to  tell 
Of  mighty  actions  done; 

His  monument  the  freest  land 
That  lies  beneath  the  sun. 

To-night,  with  loyal  heart,  we  seek 

The  banquet  board  once  more, 
And  drink  to  him  whose  fame  is  far 

Beyond  Virginia's  shore. 
Forever  let  the  patriot  love 

Columbia's  greatest  son, 
And  link  the  name  of  Freedom  with 

The  fame  of  Washington. 


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A  DREAM  OF  LOVE. 

A  DREAM  of  love!  A  dream  of  love! 
O  stars  that  shine  so  bright  above! 
Your  mellow  light — your  mellow  light 
Illuminates  the  shades  of  night; 
You  twinkle  in  the  azure  blue, 
And  disappear  when  falls  the  dew. 

A  dream  of  love!  A  dream  of  love! 
O  sun  of  clay  that  gleams  above! 
You  give  to  man — you  give  to  man 
The  light  no  other  power  can; 
You  make  the  world  a  brighter  sphere, 
And  fade  from  view  when  night  is  here. 

A  dream  of  love!  A  dream  of  love! 
O  Luna  in  your  realm  above! 
Your  brilliant  light — your  brilliant  light 
Repudiates  the  shades  of  night; 
Your  beauty  rare  is  never  shorn 
Till  comes  the  peeping  king  of  morn, 


22  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


NELLIE  ROSE. 

MY  sweetheart's  name  is  Nellie, 

And  she  is  dear  to  me; 
Her  laugh  is  like  the  music 

Of  a  songbird's  minstrelsy. 
Her  face  will  e'er  remind  me 

Of  the  sweetest  flower  that  grows; 
Oh,  how  I'd  like  to  kiss  her, 

My  darling,  Nellie  Rose. 

The  rising  sun  of  morning, 

The  twinkling  stars  of  night, 
All  give  to  me  a  vision, 

A  most  entrancing  sight, 
In  which  I  see  my  Nellie, 

Down  where  the  brooklet  flows; 
Her  lips  are  calling  to  me, 

My  darling,  Nellie  Rose. 

The  little  flowers  whisper, 

And  in  the  sound  I  hear 
Sweet  praises  for  the  dear  one 

Whose  image  I  revere. 
My  heart  is  ever  longing 

As  everybody  kno.ws, 
To  meet  my  little  sweetheart, 

My  darling,  Nellie  Rose. 


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Could  I  paint  you  the  picture 

Of  the  ruler  of  my  heart, 
And  tell  to  you  the  gladness 

That  never  will  depart, 
That  comes  when  she  is  with  me 

And  ever  dearer  grows, 
The  picture  and  the  ruler 

Would  be  my  Nellie  Rose. 

I  hope  some  day  to  claim  her 

To  call  her  mine  for  aye; 
When  every  pain  and  sorrow 

Will  fall  into  decay. 
For  if  you'd  see  her  smiling, 

You'd  say  she's  one  of  those 
Who  carries  sunshine  with  her, 

My  darling,  Nellie  Rose. 

Mayhap  that  you  have  met  her, 

Mayhap  that  you  have  seen 
The  one  that  I  love  best  of  all, 

My  precious  little  queen! 
If  so,  you  know  the  reason 

My  heart  is  free  from  woes, 
For  she  is  all  the  world  to  me, 

My  darling,  Nellie  Rose. 


24  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

"THE  OLD  GUARD." 

DEDICATED  TO   THE  VETERAN 'FIRE  LADDIES. 


LIKE  those  who  watch  from  their  resting  place 

The  deeds  of  valor  and  tests  of  skill 
In  the  crowded  arena  taking  place, 

While  the  old  time  fires  their  bosoms  thrill 
And  they  sigh  for  the  strength  of  their  early  years, 

The  "  Old  Guard  "  watches  the  scene  to-day 
And  give  to  the  active  their  cordial  cheers, 

At  the  feet  of  the  victors  the  honors  pay. 

ii. 

What  memories  crowd  to  the  mind  sedate, 

What  thoughts  arise  from  the  vanished  past, 
When  their  frames  were  strong,  and  their  hearts 
elate, 

And  their  lots  in  the  midst  of  the  fire  were  cast; 
And  the  field  was  wide,  and  they  did  their  part, 

And  their  lances  clashed  till  the  day  was  done, 
And  they  held  their  place  in  the  Laddie's  rank, 

Proud  of  the  laurels  that  they  had  won. 

in. 

And  where  are  the  plumes  that  were  with  us  then? 

Some  are  still  in  the  open  field, 
Brave  as  of  old  and  a  sight  for  men, 

Teaching  the  young  their  swords  to  wield; 


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And  some  are  here  with  their  conflicts  o'er, 
Yet  watching  with  all  the  zeal  of  old, 

Recalling  the  tales  of  the  days  of  yore 
Of  fights  as  fair  and  of  men  as  bold. 

IV. 

And  some,  ah!  some  we  may  seek  in  vain, 

While  eyes  grow  wet  with  the  sense  of  loss; 
For  never  the  trumpet  can  wake  again 

The  forms  that  sleep  'neath  the  mounds  of  moss, 
And  never  we  muse  on  the  bygone  days 

But  the  thoughts  revert  to  the  valiant  Knights, 
Sacred  in  memory,  worthy  of  praise, 

Leaders  and  sharers  in  all  our  fights. 

v. 

And  so,  we  watch  from  our  resting  place, 

We  who  are  with  you  yet  awhile, 
The  forms  of  beauty,  of  strength  and  grace, 

With  cheerful  words,  and  encouraging  smile. 
The  years  may  come,  and  the  years  may  go, 

With  changes  of  fortune  for  one  and  all, 
But  the  eye  must  flash  and  the  cheek  must  glow, 

And  the  spirit  answer  the  fireman's  call. 


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MADALINE. 

SHE  stands  among  the  glist'ning  flowers, 

Madaline! 
The  blossoms  falling  'round  in  showers, 

Madaline! 

Her  sweet  bright  face  ablaze  with  glee, 
For  sure  she  has  a  thought  of  me. 

Madaline! 

Upon  her  fair  bright  brow,  the  curls 

Madaline! 
Proclaim  her  sweetest  of  the  girls. 

Madaline! 

The  smile  that  beams  upon  her  face 
Denotes  possession  of  God's  grace. 

Madaline! 

The  birds  that  carol  up  on  high 

Madaline! 
Repeat  their  song  as  they  pass  by; 

Madaline! 

As  if  to  utter  in  a  prayer, 
A  blessing  to  that  vision  fair, 

Madaline! 

O  maiden  fair!    To  thee  my  song 

Madaline, 
In  praises  sweetly  floats  along; 

Madaline! 


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May  love  and  happiness  e'er  reign 
Within  your  life,  to  banish  pain, 
Madaline! 


A  MESSAGE. 

SHE  stood  among  the  flowers, 

Nature's  picture  true; 
And  I  am  sure  she'd  gladden 

The  heart  of  me  and  you. 
Now  see  her  pluck  a  flower 

And  pin  it  on  her  breast; 
Oh,  what  a  dream  of  heaven! 

Oh,  what  a  happy  rest! 

Little  flower  I  vie  you 

The  happy  place  you  hold; 
The  fragrance  of  your  petals 

You  surely  must  unfold. 
Go  tell  her,  will  you,  for  me, 

That  I  am  waiting  here, — 
Am  waiting  for  her  coming 

To  fill  my  heart  with  cheer. 


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THE  CLERGYMAN'S  PRAYER. 

The  following  poem  was  written  after  hearing  related  the 
story  of  a  Clergyman's  first  voyage  across  the  ocean. 

THE  summons  came  and  he  must  go 

Across  the  ocean  wide, 
To  preach  the  gospel  to  all  men 

Upon  the  other  side. 
So  bidding  all  his  friends  adieu, 

He  from  them  then  departs; 
He  seeks  a  cabin  on  the  ship, 

And  on  his  journey  starts. 

A  little  while  and  then  the  land, 

Receding  from  his  view, 
Is  left  behind,  and  sad  in  heart 

He  turns  to  watch  the  crew. 
The  sailor  boys  seem  gay  and  glad, 

And  happy  in  their  part. 
The  cheerfulness  relieves  the  load 

That  presses  on  his  heart. 

Three  days  from  land  the  scene  is  changed 

And  mighty  storms  arise; 
With  thunder's  peal  and  lightning's  flash 

Dark  clouds  obscure  the  skies. 
The  captain's  voice  is  heard  o'er  all, 

Each  man  is  at  his  post, 
And  work  with  firm  and  grim  resolve, 

For  duty  is  their  boast. 


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The  clergyman  with  trembling  form 

To  the  captain  makes  his  way, 
And  speaking  in  a  falt'ring  voice 

The  captain  hears  him  say: 
"Oh,  captain  is  there  danger  here ? 

Will  this  hour  be  our  last? " 
When  lo,  he  hears  an  awful  curse 

From  a  sailor,  as  he  passed. 

The  captain  pointing  forward,  said: 

"Go  near  to  yonder  men, 
And  note  their  actions  and  their  words, 

And  then  report  again." 
Then  cautiously  he  started  on 

And  makes  his  way  along, 
Until  he  stands  as  one  of  them 

Among  a  cursing  throng. 

He  to  the  captain  then  returns 

And  speaks  in  great  alarm; 
He  tells  him  how  they  curse  and  swear, 

And  seem  to  fear  no  harm. 
The  captain  speaks:    "  Cheer  up,  good  man, 

For  when  they  curse  and  swear 
You  may  be  sure  that  we  are  safe — 

There  is  no  danger  there." 

Well  satisfied  he  goes  below 

And  seeks  to  find  repose; 
But  every  moment  seems  an  hour — 

Back  to  the  deck  he  goes, 


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And  cautiously  he  makes  his  way 

To  where  the  sailors  are; 
He  see  them  busy  at  their  work, 

But  still  they  curse  and  swear. 

The  captain  sees  him  move  along, 

With  fear  upon  his  face; 
And  then  there  seems  to  be  a  change 

And  gladness  takes  its  place. 
He  turns — the  captain  drawing  near, 

Hears  from  his  lips  this  prayer, 
As  with  clasped  hands  he  looks  above- 

"  Thank  God  that  they  still  swear." 


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CHRISTMAS. 

OH  angel  throng,  so  sweetly  singing, 

What  message  lieth  in  thy  strain, 
So  grandly  from  the  heavens  ringing 
Each  glorious  note  entrancement  bringing 
Unto  the  lowly  shepherd  train  ? 
Oh  angel  throng 
Thy  blessed  song 
Through  ages  past  doth  echo  still 
"  Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will." 

Oh  joyful  bells,  so  sweetly  pealing, 

Send  glad  tidings  far  and  wide, 
What  message  glad  are  ye  revealing, 
That  so  can  stir  the  heart  with  feeling, 
It  only  knows  at  Christmas-tide  ? 
Oh  joyful  bells 
Your  music  swells 
And  echoes  over  every  hill 
"  Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will." 

Oh  Christmas-tide,  when  joyful  madness 

Possesses  every  Christian  heart; 
When  Poverty  forgets  its  sadness, 
And  Charity  bestoweth  gladness, 
What  lesson  sweet  doth  thou  impart  ? 
Oh,  Christmas-tide, 
Both  far  and  wide 

This  precept  grand  thou  dost  instill, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will." 


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And  would  that  this  blest  fellow-feeling 
Would  always  last  beyond  this  least; 
That  some  hearts  then  were  less  congealing, 
And  Poverty  in  suppliance  kneeling 
Might  hope  to  see  its  woes  decreased. 
Then  Christmas  bells, 
Your  joyful  swells 

Would  peal  out  louder,  grander  still, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  to  men  good  will." 


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VI VI A' S  PRAYER. 

VIVIA  came  to  me  last  night 
In  her  little  robe  of  white, 
"  Off  to  bed,"  I  gently  said, 
As  she  raised  her  golden  head, 
Gazed  into  my  face,  and  slow 
Came  this  whisper,  soft  and  low: 
"  Mamma,  aint  this  C'ris'mas  night  ?  " 
"  Yes,  my  darling,  you  are  right." 
"Den  dear  Santa  Taus  will  turn 
Wif  his  toys  and  b'ing  me  some, 
Won't  he  mamma  ?  "     "  Yes,"  I  said, 
As  I  placed  her  in  the  bed, 
Wrapt  the  quilt  around  her,  then 
Went  back  to  my  work  again. 

But  my  thoughts  were  all  with  her, 
'Till  my  vision  seemed  to  blur; 
And  I  laid  my  work  away, 
Listening  heard  my  Vivia  say 
As  I  glided  up  the  stair, 
Saw  her  kneeling  sweet  and  fair, 
"Santa  Taus,  p'ease  to  me  bring 
Pretty  toys  and  pretty  things, 
And  a  doll  to  laugh  and  cry, 
And  answer  when  I  say  good-bye. 
And  bring  my  mamma  a  new  dress, 
Dear  Santa,  that  is  all  I  guess." 


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Then  she  tumbled  into  bed, 
Covered  up  her  golden  head, 
And  fell  asleep.     I  went  below 
To  where  my  darling  husband  Joe 
Was  sitting,  and  I  told  him  all. 
Next  morning  Vivia  got  her  doll 
And  pretty  things,  and  I  my  dress. 
"  Dear  Santa  heard  my  prayer  I  dess 
Last  night  when  I  went  up  to  bed," 
In  joyful  glee  my  Vivia  said. 
And  Christmas  in  our  home  was  fair, 
And  papa  said  'twas  Vivia's  prayer. 


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A  RETROSPECT. 


LOVE,  could  I  clasp  your  hand  to-night, 

And  view  again  thy  dreamful  eyes, 
Could  feel  again  that  mad  delight 

Which  thrilled  my  soul's  dear  mysteries. 
Could  I  but  know  your  presence  near 

To-night,  this  hour,  oh,  God!  for  me 
Life  would  forget  its  sorrows,  drear, 

And  I  would  live  again  for  thee. 

The  past  is  flushed  with  ruby  red; 

I  view  it  thro'  a  mist  of  tears; 
The  halo  lingers  on  thy  head, 

Nor  changes  with  the  changing  years. 
Dear  Lord!  how  bright  the  vision  is! 

And  yet,  the  present  is  so  dark 
To  one  who  in  his  miseries, 

Finds  of  Hope's  embers  not  a  spark. 

What  vision  held  thy  soul,  my  sweet, 

To  woo  thee  from  thine  other  soul  ? 
What  song  could  make  it  more  complete 

Which  was  before  a  perfect  whole  ? 
Oh,  come  again,  my  love,  my  own, 

To  one  whom  "tide  nor  time  "  has  changed; 
To  one  who  maketh  wail  and  moan 

O'er  heart  that  only  Death  estranged. 


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Love,  can  you  hear  the  moan  I  make  ? 

Or  can  you  see  the  tears  that  swell  ? 
I  almost  fancy  hearts  may  break 

In  pulsing  with  a  funeral  knell! 
I  sit  beside  the  fire  to-night, 

My  shadow  quivers  on  the  wall, 
I  watch  it  by  the  shifting  light 

With  eyes  beholding  but  a  pall! 

How  lonely!  oh,  how  desert  drear 

The  world  has  waned  for  life  and  me! 
Each  note  that  vibrates  on  the  ear 

Is  but  a  dreary  threnody! 
The  wind  howls  low  about  the  pane; 

My  heart  throbs  dull,  and  dead  and  thick; 
In  keeping  with  the  weeping  rain 

I  hear  the  clock's  half-muffled  tick. 

A  heart  forgets  a  vanished  bliss, 

Sorrow  remembers  evermore; 
The  sweet  pain  of  a  parting  kiss 

Will  linger  until  life  is  o'er; 
A  joy  is  but  a  passing  thrill 

A  bitter  stroke  is  mighty  woe, 
To  stifle,  not  to  maim  or  kill 

With  the  dull  horror  of  the  blow. 

Sorrow  feeds  only  on  itself, 

Forgetful  of  all  outer  things 
As  gloats  the  miser  on  his  pelf, 

Nor  hears  the  hymn  an  angel  sings. 


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How  like  a  child's  unconscious  cry, 
Death-stricken,  knowing  pain  alone, 

Till  life  is  but  a  lengthened  sigh 
That  merges  in  a  dreary  moan. 

Thus  do  I  pass  my  endless  days 

As  in  a  fold  of  some  dark  shroud, 
Not  caring  whither  tend  my  ways, 

'Neath  summer  sky,  or  winter  cloud; 
Knowing  my  life  is  placed  apart, 

A  selfish,  aching  void  to  be, 
Till  death  shall  ease  the  bitter  smart, 

And  I  have  gained  Eternity. 

Oh,  darling,  reach  a  hand  from  out 

The  other  world,  and  rend  away 
The  clouds  of  fear,  distrust  and  doubt, 

That  I  may  gain  the  Inner  Day! 
For  I  am  fearful  in  the  gloom, 

And  can  but  cease  my  yearning  cry, 
If,  like  the  shadow  in  the  room, 

My  soul  could  waver,  feint  and  die! 


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EVELYN— A  MEMORY. 

EVELYN,  queen  of  the  garden,  sat 
Beneath  the  branches  of  a  tree 
Her  bright  face  beaming,  gay  and  free. 
Around  her  flowers  of  many  hues 
Glistened  beneath  the  morning  dews. 

I  strolled  adown  the  lane,  and  thus 

This  lovely  vision  fell  beneath  my  view; 

I  stood  entranced,  thrilled  through  and  through. 

I  could  not  move,  I  could  not  pass, 

I  fell  beside  her  on  the  grass. 

Oh,  what  a  feeling  of  delight! 
Oh,  what  a  heaven,  raptuous  bliss! 
My  very  soul  seem'd  to  be  kissed 
Into  a  dream  of  joy  and  peace 
From  which  I  could  seek  no  release. 

I  know  not  what  I  said  or  did, 

But  as  we  parted  in  the  even 

Her  sweet  life-promise  was  given, 

And  Evelyn,  queen  of  my  heart 

Was  mine  for  aye,  "  till  death  us  part." 

Long  years  have  passed  away.    Alone 
I  tread  the  weary  path  of  life 
My  heart  is  dead,  and  in  the  strife, 
I  plead  that  welcome  day  to  come, 
When  we  shall  meet  again,  at  home! 


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ONE  YEAR  TO-DAY. 


ONE  year  to-day 

Did  mark  the  time  she  passed  away 
And  left  me  here.     O  bitter  fate 
That  makes  my  life  disconsolate! 
Why  did  you  seize  upon  the  one 
And  bear  away  the  life  begun, 
That  gleamed  upon  this  world  of  light 
Outshining  all,  it  was  so  bright; 
Didst  bear  away  the  angel  strain 
That  now  I  listen  for  in  vain 
To  catch  the  music  of  the  voice 
That  in  its  tone  caused  to  rejoice 
My  very  soul;  that  filled  with  fire, 
And  gave  to  me  my  heart's  desire; 
That  freed  this  life  of  pain  and  sighs 
And  made  this  earth  a  paradise  ? 

Now  she  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone, 

To  weep  alone. 

The  heart  that  once  was  gay  and  free 
Is  now  depressed  in  misery; 
The  hopes  that  with  ambition  gleamed 
Are  dead;  the  happy  life  that  seemed 
Would  never  end,  with  pleasure  teeming- 
With  many  happy  days  of  dreaming, 


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All,  all  have  followed  her  away; 
But  God  is  just,  what  can  we  say? 
O  darling  in  your  home  above 
Look  down  upon  one  who  did  love 
You  while  on  earth;  who  still  reveres, 
Whose  life  is  now  a  vale  of  tears! 
Look  ye  down  upon  him  here, 
And  know  his  love  true  and  sincere. 
The  silvery  stars  that  shine  at  night 
Remind  me  of  that  vision  bright; 
Remind  me  of  that  loving  face 
That  now  is  missing  from  its  place. 

What  is  death? 
Is  it  the  taking  of  the  breath 
That  links  the  body  with  the  soul  ? 
What  can  death  claim  for  its  goal  ? 
Ah,  life  is  true,  death  is  just! 
We  all  must  die,  'tis  dust  to  dust. 
These  are  my  thoughts,  but  it  is  true 
That  others  might  be  claimed,  and  you 
Be  left  to  cheer  my  weary  heart, 
And  cause  the  old-time  love  to  start. 
But  God  is  just.     We  cannot  ask 
Why  it  is  thus.     Life  is  a  task 
We  all  must  undertake  to  fill. 
He  gave  us  reason  and  the  will 
To  conquer  all  that  is  not  right. 
He  gave  us  weapons  for  the  fight. 


Your  days  are  o'er 
And  you  have  reached  that  blessed  shore 


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Where  angels  sing,  where  anthems  ring 

In  praises  to  the  heavenly  king. 

I  have  the  battle  yet  to  fight; 

The  enemy  has  come  in  sight 

And  now  stands  ready  for  the  strife; 

He  longs  to  rob  me  of  the  life 

That  God  has  given.     O,  darling  one! 

I  ask  your  prayers.     To-morrow's  sun 

May  gleam  as  bright  as  yesterday, 

But  am  I  still  upon  the  way 

That  leads  to  heaven  ?    I  only  wait 

The  angely  call,  if  soon,  or  late, 

I  hope  to  join  you  in  your  home 

Where  pain  and  sorrow  never  come. 


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THE  SILVER  JUBILEE. 

Read  at  the  Jubilee  celebration  of  Rev.  Brother  Anthony,  of 
the  Christian  Brothers  College,  May  9,  1891. 

O  BROTHER  of  the  Christian  tie, 

Beloved  twixt  sea  and  sea, 
We  came  this  day  to  celebrate 

Thy  silver  jubilee. 
We  come  with  hearty  grasp  of  hand, 

Kind  wish  and  grateful  tears 
To  crown  the  work  thy  hands  have  wrought 

These  five  and  twenty  years. 

Devotion's  part  thy  chosen  lot! 

Thy  purposes,  how  grand; 
To  guide  the  youthful  mind  to  God, 

To  watch  the  growing  hand; 
To  keep  in  paths  of  truth  and  right 

The  footsteps  of  the  young, 
To  train  the  thoughts  of  childhood  and 

To  guard  the  eager  tongue. 

Along  the  five  and  twenty  years 

These  flowers  bloom  and  blow; 
Across  thy  path  of  duty  now 

No  weeds  their  shadows  throw. 
In  every  land  thy  brothers  dwell, 

Their  lives,  like  thine,  are  given 
To  that  delightful,  holy  task 

By  angels  blessed  in  heaven. 


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The  mind  cannot  conceive  the  worth 

Of  labor  such  as  thine; 
It  is  the  constant  toil  that  wins 

The  fruitage  of  the  vine; 
But  thou  hast  wrought  because  thy  soul 

Was  in  the  work  to  do; 
Thy  love  entwines  the  youthful  heart 

Like  tendrals  warm  and  true. 

Throughout  the  world  the  brethren  work, 

And  many  a  one  to-day 
Will  weave  for  thee  a  chaplet  fair, 

For  thy  success  will  pray. 
Their  hearts,  like  ours,  are  with  thee  now, 

Their  love  a  holy  tie, 
Descends  upon  thee,  brother,  like 

A  blessing  from  on  high. 

Thy  work  is  done,  when,  like  the  flower, 

Thy  gentle  life  will  close, 
When  shuts  the  book  of  life  as  shuts 

At  eventide  the  rose; 
And  then  shall  come  the  great  reward, 

Unspeakable,  unknown, 
Then  shalt  thou  hear  the  rapturous  words; 

"  Servant  of  God,  well  done!" 

Beloved  by  youth,  without  a  foe, 

Thy  life,  how  sweet  and  calm; 
As  full  of  holy  music  as 

The  psalmists  sweetest  psalm. 


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Within  these  five  and  twenty  years 

Of  duty,  not  a  day 
Stands  wasted.    Each  a  milestone  is 

To  mark  thy  noble  way. 

We  wish  for  thee,  O  brother  true, 

Full  many  a  jubilee 
As  bright  as  this,  with  friends  around, 

With  smiles  and  love  for  thee; 
And  may  thy  life-work  brighter  grow 

Until  the  end  is  come, 
Until  the  watchful  Father's  voice 

Bids  thee  a  welcome  home. 

Our  hearts  are  thine  this  joyful  day; 

Thy  work  our  spirits  cheer; 
We  crown  with  sweet  affection's  flow'rs 

This  five  and  twentieth  year 
Of  Christian  work  and  Christian  worth 

For  Purity  and  Truth; 
We  bless  the  lips  that  daily  train 

The  tender  mind  of  youth. 

So,  brother  of  the  kindly  word, 

And  of  the  beauteous  deed, 
Remember  that  we  one  and  all 

Extend  to  thee  "God-speed." 
And  may  we  all  together  meet 

Where  breaks  the  Jasper  sea, 
And  celebrate  in  Heaven's  courts 

An  endless  jubilee. 


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TRUST  IN  GOD. 

TRUST  in  God!    He  is  the  friend 
In  every  sorrow  to  defend. 
He  watches  o'er  us  as  we  go 
Through  joy  and  pleasure,  pain  and  woe. 
He  is  the  Master,  we  must  move 
Beneath  His  never-ending  love. 
With  trust  in  Him  our  life  will  be 
Free  from  all  earth's  misery. 

Trust  in  God!    He  is  the  guide 
In  whom  without  fear  to  confide; 
Mayhap  when  sorrows  on  us  fall, 
We  falter,  hesitate — loose  all! 
No!  place  your  trust  in  Him  above, 
He  will  repay  you  with  His  love. 
His  love!    What  could  delight  us  more 
Than  knowing  that  He  watches  o'er? 


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AT  REST. 

'Tis  night.    The  stars  are  peeping  out 

As  I  my  vigil  keep, 
And  watch  the  form  with  shrouds  about 

In  her  eternal  sleep! 
Slow  the  hours  are  passing  by; 

To  me  they  mock  in  pain, 
For  death  will  soon  my  thoughts  deny: 

And  O!  This  world  is  vain! 

Sweet  Josephine!    And  she  is  dead! 

What  is  this  life  to  me  ? 
No  more  to  hear  her  gentle  tread, 

Her  laughter  gay  and  free; 
No  more  to  look  into  her  eyes, 

That  on  me  used  to  smile; 
Oh!  visions  of  the  heavenly  skies! 

Can  prayers  your  aid  beguile  ? 

My  darling  dead.    In  purest  white 

She  lies  before  me  here; 
Earth  cannot  give  a  grander  sight, 

Nor  heaven  give  a  peer. 
The  silent  lips!  Could  they  unfold 

The  words  they  fain  yould  speak! 
Oh,  angels  at  the  gates  of  Gold, 

Your  splendor  is  but  weak. 


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And  nevermore  to  hear  the  voice 

That  thrilled  me  with  delight; 
My  eyes  with  tears  are  dim  and  moist; 

Oh,  loved  one  there  in  white! 
Soon  will  end  this  life  for  me, 

When  in  eternal  love 
We'll  meet  again  upon  that  shore, 

Within  your  home  above! 


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JOSEPHINE. 

METHINKS  I  saw  a  tear 

Stray  down  your  cheek  my  dear, 

And  nestle  where  it  fell; 
Can  it  be  that  you  sorrow  ? 
Cheer  up,  perhaps  tomorrow 

Will  say  that  all  is  well. 

To-day  the  clouds  may  hover, 
And  sorrows  shadow  over 

Where  once  was  pleasure's  scene; 
But  do  not  be  dispairing, 
To-morrow's  joy  comparing 

Will  greet  you,  Josephine. 

Do  not  be  melancholy; 
Make  life  a  day  of  jolly 

Joys  and  pleasures,  Josephine. 
When  sorrow  comes  adoring, 
We,  spurningly,  ignoring, 

Will  place  our  happiness  between. 


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A  WELCOME. 

TO  MISS  ANNIE   PIXLKY. 

WE  welcome  you  among  us  once  again, 

With  hearts  filled  with  pleasure  and  delight; 
The  life  that  you  are  leading — not  in  vain — 

Will  cause  our  own  to  gleam,  and  be  more  bright. 
We  welcome  you  with  open  hand  and  heart, 

The  favorite  of  our  fair  city's  choice; 
M'Liss,  whose  memory  will  ne'er  depart 

But  in  yourself  still  lives,  and  bid  rejoice. 

The  southern  heart  is  warmer  than  the  sun 

When  once  it  has  been  captured,  and  to  you 
We  do  bestow  as  being  just  the  one 

Who  e'er  will  cherish  such  a  token  true. 
Your  smiles,  as  born  upon  the  wings  of  peace, 

Entangled  in  the  meshes  of  esteem 
We  honor,  and  we  would  not  seek  release 

From  such  a  sweet,  enchanting,  lovely  dream. 

Dream!  Ah,  must  we  give  it  such  a  name  ? 

But  what  more  fitting  word  could  we  procure, 
Revealing  to  you  the  all-undying  flame, 

That  in  your  keeping  will  remain  secure? 
You  have  been  with  us  often,  and  we  know 

Your  heart  is  in  your  acting,  true,  sincere; 
Take  ours,  no  fitter  emblem  could  we  show, 

To  give  to  you  a  hearty  welcome  here, 


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TWENTY  YEARS  AGO. 

Read  at  the  twentieth  anniversary  of  the  Christian  Brothers 
College,  Memphis,  Tenn. 

ASSEMBLED  here,  we  look  to-day 

Adown  the  vistas  of  the  years, 
And  great  hope's  bright  transcendent  ray 

Which  on  the  horizon  appears; 
For  us  the  songs  of  praise  arise, 

For  us  the  golden  waters  flow; 
And  o'er  us  bend  the  gentle  skies 

As  bent  they  twenty  years  ago. 

O  Father,  in  whose  loving  hand 

The  destinies  of  man  repose, 
Look  down  upon  our  little  band 

That  grew  and  blossomed  like  the  rose; 
On  all  who  doeth  Thy  precious  will 

The  unction  of  Thy  love  bestow, 
And  let  each  heart  to-day  be  filled 

With  thoughts  of  twenty  years  ago. 

The  little  seed  the  brethren  sowed 

Fell  not  upon  the  barren  way, 
But  like  the  oak  beside  the  road, 

It  grew,  and  stately  stands  to-day. 
They  watched  its  growth  with  tender  care 

In  morning's  burst  and  twilight's  glow; 
They  sanctified  it  with  their  prayer 

By  God  blessed  twenty  years  ago. 


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With  hearts  to  dare  and  wills  to  do 

They  trusted  in  Omnipotence, 
And  faced  like  heroes  tried  and  true 

The  power  of  the  pestilence. 
Amid  the  shadows  cold  and  black 

The  treasured  seed  of  love  did  grow, 
And  thrived  beside  the  awful  track 

That  death  made  'mong  us  years  ago. 

No  wonder  that  in  autumn  gray 

We  celebrate  with  praise  and  rhyme. 
No  wonder  that  our  hearts  to-day 

Go  back  across  the  waste  of  time; 
Above,  our  college  stretches  far, 

In  glorious  arc  hope's  dazzling  bow, 
And  o'er  it  shines  the  golden  star 

That  cheered  us  twenty  years  ago. 

O  Brother  President,  receive 

The  rich  reward  of  labor  done, 
The  love  of  all  whose  hearts  believe 

That  honor's  prize  is  grandly  won. 
Our  thoughts  to  thee  this  holy  hour 

Doth  outward  like  a  river  flow, 
We  bless  the  hand,  we  own  the  power 

That  builded  twenty  years  ago. 

As  clings  the  vine  about  the  tree, 
The  stately  monarch  of  the  wood, 

So  clings  each  pupil's  love  to  thee, 
O  teacher  of  the  pure  and  good. 


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Thy  work,  it  stands  on  every  side 
In  summer's  sun  and  winter's  glow; 

But  for  thy  care  the  seed  had  died 
We  planted  twenty  years  ago. 

The  pupils  passed  beyond  thy  care 

Remember  every  fleeting  day 
The  college,  hallowed  by  prayer, 

Where  holy  learning  held  her  sway. 
The  paths  they  chose  within  its  walls 

Grow  brighter  as  they  older  grow; 
Upon  them  like  a  blessing  falls 

The  memories  of  long  ago. 

Not  one  has  stained  the  'scutcheon  fair, 

Not  one  of  all  has  turned  aside; 
Still  in  each  heart  as  pure  as  air, 

The  teachings  of  the  truth  abide. 
If  eyes  grow  moist  this  precious  day, 

If  old-time  voices  whisper  low, 
Remember  'tis  affection's  day, 

With  thoughts  of  twenty  years  ago. 

O  fellow-comrades  in  the  band, 

Doth  not  our  hearts  to-day  reveal 
Unto  our  Alma  Mater  grand, 

The  truest  love  that  hearts  can  feel  ? 
And  as  we  gather  here  to-night, 

Around  the  festive  board,  we  know 
That  every  wish  and  every  thought 

Is  linked  with  twenty  years  ago. 


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We  honor  and  revere  the  name 

Of  Christian  Brother.     In  their  hand 
We  place  our  own  with  grasp  as  firm 

As  human  feelings  can  command. 
O  may  the  love  of  heaven  fall 

And  crown  their  labors  with  success 
For  years  to  come,  and  intertwine 

Their  lives  with  joy  and  happiness. 


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A  TRUE  KNIGHT. 

Read  at  a  reception  given  the  tragedian,  Robert  Downing,  by 
the  Knights  of  Pythias  of  Memphis. 

HE  stands  among  us  here  to-night, 
A  noble  brother  of  our  band, 
Possessor  of  a  name  revered 
Throughout  the  length  of  Pythian  land. 
He  comes  and  gives  the  friendly  call, 
And  by  that  visit  shows  the  love 
Unto  the  brotherhood  of  men, 
Blessed  by  the  hand  of  Him  above. 

We  prize  your  call,  Knight  Downing  true, 

And  in  the  after  years  'twill  be 

A  scene  on  which  we'll  love  to  gaze 

With  true  delight  and  ecstacy. 

And  memory  will  recall  the  time 

When  hand  met  hand  in  friendly  grasp; 

For  it  is  honor  to  be  held 

By  such  a  famous,  noble  clasp. 

Turn  back  the  leaves  and  call  the  day 
When  first  you  entered  in  our  fold; 
What  then  appeared  as  dull  as  lead, 
Must  now  be  bright  as  purest  gold. 
And  moments,  oh!  how  happy  spent 
Within  the  lodge  with  brothers  true; 
O  'tis  a  thought  sublime  to  us, 
It  must  be  one  of  joy  to  you. 


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Dost  thou  recall  the  trio  named 
By  Pythian  tongues  and  Pythian  hearts, 
Which,  as  they  fall  upon  the  ear, 
Renews  our  faith  and  fear  departs  ? 
True  Friendship,  Charity,  and  then 
Benevolence  completes  the  three; 
The  guiding  stars  to  lead  us  on, 
So  dear  to  you,  and  dear  to  me. 

True  Knight,  in  days  to  come,  when  years 
Have  sprinkled  all  our  heads  with  gray, 
And  we  are  old,  within  our  hearts 
Will  live  a  memory  of  to-day. 
The  brothers  of  our  city  fair, 
Unto  you  homage  doth  proclaim, 
And  in  each  Pythian  heart  will  live 
A  love  for  Robert  Downing's  name. 


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CHANGES. 

TO  THE   KNIGHTS  OF  PYTHIAS. 

THERE  is  no  joy  that  will  not  end, 

No  pain  but  will  depart; 
The  grandest  pleasures  fade  away 

And  sorrows  leave  the  heart. 
The  smile  of  friendship  is  a  balm 

That  in  its  turn  will  die; 
The  love  that  every  mortal  craves 

Will  turn  into  a  sigh. 

The  tears  of  grief  will  pass  away, 

Recalling  pleasure's  smile; 
The  footsteps  dear  of  them  we  love 

Will  linger  yet  awhile 
When  death  will  bear  their  souls  away, 

And  leave  a  vacant  place, 
When  we  will  long  for  their  return, 

A  glimpse  of  each  loved  face. 

The  world  in  progress  moves  along, 

Each  day  the  changes  come; 
An  hour  of  joy,  an  hour  of  tears, 

Doth  mingle  in  each  home. 
And  every  heart  that  tastes  the  sweets 

That  earth  bestows  on  man, 
Must  feel  the  power  of  sorrows  touch, — 

Must  enter  'neath  its  ban. 


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O  knightly  band!  O  brotherhood! 

You  have  an  honored  name; 
Throughout  the  changes  you  remain 

In  acts  and  deeds  the  same. 
When  sorrows  enter  in  the  heart, 

Your  kindly  deeds  appear; 
Your  principles  doth  rule  the  world, 

Unchanging,  true,  sincere. 


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NOVEMBER  LEAVES. 

DRY  and  sere  and  gold  and  brown, 
The  November  leaves  come  down; 
Falling,  falling,  day  and  night, 
In  the  dark  and  in  the  light; 
One  by  one,  and  two  by  two, 
Falling  lightly  as  the  dew; 
Twirling,  whirling  as  they  fall 
Like  a  mantle  over  all. 
Beautiful  in  gold  and  brown, 
The  November  leaves  come  down. 

No  more  are  green  the  falling  leaves 
Stern  old  Autumn  ne'er  reprieves; 
Falling,  falling,  like  the  snow, 
Or  a  feather  flutt'ring  slow. 
Twirling,  whirling,  round  and  round, 
Covering  over  all  the  ground — 
Covering  grass,  and  brook  and  glen, 
Covering  path  and  glade  and  fen. 
Beautiful  in  gold  and  brown, 
The  November  leaves  come  down, 


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THE  MOCKING-BIRD. 


OH,  songster  of  the  hazy  wood! 

Your  lay 

That  with  sweet  inspiration  sung 
Is  never  equalled  by  the  tongue 
Of  man, — Is  never  understood 
By  those  who  listen  to  your  song, 
As  on  the  air  it  floats  along 

To-day. 

What  love  can  fitter  praises  sing 

Than  you  ? 

We  all  bow  down  before  the  King — 
The  ruler  of  the  universe! 
But  all  our  pray'rs  can  but  immerse 
Into  nothing — when  we  hear 
Your  daily  song,  true  and  sincere. 

About  from  tree  to  tree  you  fly, 
Down  to  the  earth,  then  to  the  sky; 
The  while,  in  gladness  giving  forth 
Your  melody  to  men  on  earth! 
True  hearts  may  live.     But  can  they  be 
Methinks,  compared  along  with  thee  ? 
When  to  the  world  you  give  your  song, 
You  stand  alone  amid  the  throng. 


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BEAUTIFUL. 

TO  MISS  MADALINE  GUSMANI   (l 

BEAUTIFUL  are  the  stars  that  shine 

And  twinkle  in  the  sky, 
When  care  and  toil  are  left  behind 

And  time  for  rest  is  nigh; 
And  beautiful  the  silvery  moon 

That  lights  the  darkest  way, 
At  night  when  birds  have  hushed  their  tune, 

And  stilled  their  sweetest  lay. 

Beautiful  the  mid-day  sun, 

To  cheer  us  through  life's  pain, — 
That  sinks  to  rest  when  day  is  done, 

To  come  in  the  morn  again. 
And  beautiful  the  flowers  bright 

That  scent  the  air  around; 
They  lend  a  pleasure  to  the  night 

When  hushed  is  every  sound. 

Beautiful  the  song  of  birds; 

In  singing  their  sweet  praise, 
Their  carol  sounds  the  sweetest  words 

That  pen  of  man  can  raise. 
And  beautiful  is  Nature  true; — 

The  forest,  wood,  and  vales — 
When  glist'ning  'neath  th"  morning  dew, 

And  peace  and  quiet  prevails. 


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Beautiful  are  Nature's  chimes, 

And  grander  still  her  song; 
But  sweeter  are  the  poet's  rhymes 

Amid  the  worldly  throng; 
When  on  the  pinions  of  the  blest, 

He  soars  the  heaven  above, 
Where  in  contentment,  peace,  and  rest, 

The  reign  of  all  is — Love! 

Beautiful  the  thought  of  home 

With  dearest  friends  to  cheer, 
Where  welcome  feet  will  ever  come, 

And  voices  held  most  dear. 
Dear  and  sweet  are  truest  friends 

To  cheer  our  weary  heart, 
When  Providence  a  sorrow  sends 

To  sting  us  with  its  dart. 

O,  beautiful  indeed,  are  all 

The  workings  of  our  God! 
And  beautiful  His  Holy  call, 

When  we're  laid  'neath  the  sod. 
Dear  the  thoughts  of  heaven.     Bright 

The  hopes  of  eternal  rest; 
Where  peace  dispels  our  weary  night, 

We  mingle  with  the  blest. 

O  beautiful!  O  beautiful! 

Are  promises  to  us  given; — 
If  we  to  Him  be  dutiful, 

Our  triumph  will  be  heaven! 
But  while  on  earth  the  dearest  prize — 

The  fairest  ever  seen — 
The  being  fair  with  angel  eyes, 

'Tis  you,  sweet  Madaline. 


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BRIGHT  GLEAMS. 

OFTEN  in  this  world  of  sorrow 

As  we  plod  along  through  care, 
Comes  a  glimpse  of  bright  to-morrow, 

Beaming  bright,  with  radiance  fair; 
And  we  see  the  tide  a-turning, 

Bringing  to  us  peace  and  rest; 
While  within  our  hearts  the  yearning 

Soars  us  to  the  realms  of  blest. 

Oh,  'tis  then,  that  we  should  ever 

Praise  and  thank  the  One  above, 
And  should  make  our  best  endeavor 

To  repay  Him  for  His  love. 
For  in  pity  He  will  save  us, 

And  if  we  but  do  our  share 
With  the  knowledge  that  He  gave  us, 

We  shall  meet  Him  happy  there. 

Let  us  then  be  up  and  doing, 

Against  temptation  bravely  stand, 
In  the  path  of  Right  persuing, 

And  with  Truth  go  hand  in  hand; 
Then  our  happiness  is  certain, 

And  when  this  frail  life  is  o'er, — 
When  we  feel  death's  folding  curtain 

We  shall  join  our  friends  before. 


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THE  MISER. 

WHO  is  it  with  the  forlorn  look, 
Who  seeks  in  every  nitch  and  nook, 
And  feels  that  he  has  been  "forsook?" 
The  miser! 

Who,  when  it  is  time  to  retire, 
Sits  in  his  chair,  before  the  fire, 
And  seems  to  have  but  one  desire  ? 
The  miser! 

Who  is  it  when  in  business  hours 
Sits  in  his  office  bare  of  flowers 
And  rakes  the  "shekels  "  in  in  showers ? 
The  miser! 

Who  stores  away  his  precious  gold, 
And  multiplies  it  many  fold, 
And  keeps  it  when  "  he  gets  a  hold  ?  " 
The  miser! 

Who,  when  time  comes  for  him  to  die, 
Gives  up,  and  heaves  a  sigh,  "  Oh,  my!  " 
To  leave  his  gold,  he  don't  know  why? 
The  miser! 


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MORN. 

O'ER  the  earth  with  smiling  tender, 
Breaks  the  morn  in  dazzling  splendor; 

On  the  mountain, 

In  the  fountain, 

Tinting  e'en  the  hilltops  hoary, 
Shimmering  the  vales  with  glory, 
Brightening  up  the  darkened  east, 
Giving  light  to  man  and  beast. 

The  moon  with  its  face  of  beauty, 
Now  fulfilled  its  heavenly  duty, 

Has  slunk  away, 

Gives  place  to-day; 
And  the  sun  in  splendor  streaking, 
All  the  world  seems  to  be  speaking 
Songs  and  praises  to  the  maker — 
To  the  giver  and  the  taker. 

And  the  gleams~of  light  ascending, 
O'er  the  sky  of  blue  expanding, 
And  now  so  bright, 
Where  once  was  night, 
Streams  the  faint  azalia  beaming, 
As  a  million  lamp-lights  gleaming; 
Flaming  a  matted  aureole 
Of  glittering  silver  and  gold. 


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And  the  birds  so  gaily  singing, 

Fill  the  wood  with  their  sweet  ringing; 

'Mid  the  trees, 

In  the  breeze, 

See  them  high  above  us  soaring, 
And  in  their  sweet  songs  adoring 
Him  who  cares  for  them  by  night, 
Him  who  gives  to  them  daylight. 


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A  LAMENTATION. 

CALL  back  those  youthful  days  again, 

When  I  was  free  from  care; 
When  this  poor  heart  ne'er  had  a  pain, 

No  miseries  to  bear. 
Oh,  let  them  once  again  be  mine, 

Those  youthful  days  of  yore; — 
Those  days  when  life  did  brightest  seem, 

Which  I  shall  see  no  more. 

Could  I  but  backward  turn  again 

And  life  begin  anew, 
And  follow  on  Life's  narrow  lane, 

With  purpose  good  and  true, 
How  gladly  would  I  take  them  back, 

And,  as  a  child,  again  to  roam, 
'Mid  pleasures  of  those  happy  days 

Which  ne'er  again  will  come. 

O,  sad  to  think  that  they  are  past 

To  ne'er  again  return, 
Though  we  may  linger  to  the  last, 

And  for  their  coming  yearn. 
Though  we  may  weep  in  bitter  tears, 

And  for  their  presence  pray, 
Gone  are  those  happy  childhood  days 

Forever  and  for  aye. 


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LINES. 

TO   FRANK   E.    FOSTER,    IOWA  FALLS,    IOWA. 

DEAR  Frank,  to-day 
My  life  is  happy  as  the  May; 
And  my  thoughts  are  all  of  thee, 

Are  all  with  thee. 

And  have  you  still  a  thought  of  me  ? 
And  of  the  days  that  now  are  past  ? 
Can  you  recall  the  day  when  last 
I  took  your  hand,  and  heard  your  voice  ? 
When  in  our  hearts  we  did  rejoice 

At  being  together  ? 

But  ah,  too  soon 

The  day  had  deepened  into  noon, 
And  we  must  part.     Hold  sacred  this, — 
That  moment  was  a  time  of  bliss 
And  happiness.     Earth  cannot  give 
A  joy  that  will  endure  and  live, 
So  ours  did  end.     You  went  your  way. — 
Can  memory  a  joy  convey? 
It  must  be  so,  for  I  have  seen 
Full  many  flowers  upon  the  green, 
Wither  and  die.    Their  bloom  and  scent 
Still  leaves  an  air  of  true  content, 
To  show  that  memory  will  hold 
Enduring  thoughts  as  pure  as  gold. 


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And  this  is  true: 
My  every  thought  has  been  of  you, 

Has  been  of  you. 
And  on  your  path  if  you  may  find 
A  day  of  sorrow,  call  to  mind 
Each  others  love.     It  is  a  thought 
That  with  true  inspiration  wrought 
Lives  in  the  heart.     In  every  breast 
There  is  a  feeling  of  unrest 

That  will  not  down. 

But  Frank,  I  know 
That  in  your  heart  there  is  a  glow 
Of  true  devotion.     If  I  have  been 
At  any  time — if  you  have  seen 
In  all  my  actions  one  deceit, 
I  ask  your  pardon,  to  complete 

My  happiness. 

My  heart  is  with  you.     Can  it  be 
As  I  am  thinking  now  of  thee, 
Your  thoughts  are  mine?    I  trust  'tis  so; 
For  many  years  may  come  and  go, 
Still  I  am  thine  forevermore — 
Until  this  earthly  life  is  o'er! 


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A  WISH. 

THE  wedding-bells  have  sounded  on  the  air; 

True  and  loving  hearts  are  linked  as  one. 
The  bride  and  groom  start  life  with  visions  fair, 

Forgetting  sorrows  that  are  passed  and  gone. 
The  future  seems  a  bright  and  peaceful  dream, 

With  happiness  and  peace  to  light  the  way; 
We  wish  that  so  'twill  be — not  only  seem — 

And  be  to  them  a  sweet  reality. 


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SPIRIT  EYES. 

ON  a  summer  Sunday  evening, 

As  the  sun  was  sinking  low, 
I  sat  gazing  to  the  westward 

Where  the  sky  was  all  aglow, 
When  unto  my  fevered  fancy 

Such  a  glorious  vision  came 
That  I  felt  myself  enchanted, 

And  I  spoke  in  awe  His  name. 

To  a  throne  of  wondrous  beauty 

Then  the  sinking  sun  was  changed, 
And  it  seemed  that  all  around  it 

Full  ten  thousand  angels  ranged; 
While  a  sea  of  shining  faces 

Stretched  away  on  either  hand, 
And  a  world  of  happy  children 

Stood  before  Him  in  a  band. 

Oh,  how  long  I  gazed  in  wonder 

At  the  ever-changing  scene! 
How  I  longed  to  be  transported 

To  that  glorious  realm  serene! 
And  my  fancy  grew  yet  stronger, 

Till  at  last  with  one  accord 
Many  thousand  harps  and  viols 

Sounded  in  harmonious  chord. 


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Then  the  wondrous  vision  ended, 

And  the  sun  sank  out  of  sight, 
And  the  angels  and  the  children 

Were  but  clouds  all  tinted  bright. 
And  the  fancy  that  was  broken 

Would  no  other  picture  bring, 
Yet  through  all  my  waken' d  conscience 

Did  that  heavenly  music  ring. 


I  DREAMPT  LAST  NIGHT. 

I  DREAMPT  last  night  you  came  to  me 

As  the  stars  began  to  peep; 
You  kissed  my  lips,  and  pressed  my  hand, 

And  fondled  me  to  sleep. 
The  birds  were  singing  lullabys, 

And  angel  bands  did  play; 
When  I  awoke  from  out  my  dream 

And  frightened  you  away. 

I  dreampt  last  night — oh,  sweetest  dream! 

That  you  had  said  "be  mine!" 
And  I — I  was  in  heaven  then — 

You  knew  I'd  not  decline. 
You  took  my  hand,  when,  like  the  view 

Of  some  far  distant  scene, 
You  seem'd  to  fade  away,  and  then, 

I  knew  'twas  but  a  dream! 


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SWEET  THOUGHTS. 

'MiD  the  gleaming  rays  of  brightness, 

Coming  through  my  sanctum  door, 
Bathing  all  the  room  in  splendor, 

As  the  world  moves  on  before, 
Sit  I  down  in  thoughtful  silence, 

Thoughts  that  e'er  shall  cheer  my  heart, 
Thoughts  with  love  and  duty  glowing 

That  will  in  my  breast  upstart. 

And  what  thoughts  ?  the  stars  of  beauty, 

That  illume  the  heavenly  dome 
When  at  night  a  calm  has  settled, 

Are  no  brighter.     Of  that  home, 
That  home  where  peace  and  joy  forever 

Bestrews  the  path  of  blessed  there; 
These  are  thoughts  that  e'er  will  cheer  me, 

And  drive  from  out  my  heart  despair. 

Of  our  brothers,  dear  and  loved  ones, 

Brothers  that  were  ever  dear; 
Brothers  whose  bright  smile  of  welcome 

Gave  unto  our  hearts  good  cheer. 
Brothers  who  have  long  departed, 

And  now  make  their  home  above, 
Where  in  never-ending  pleasure 

They  rejoice  fore'er  in  love. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  73 

These  are  thoughts  that  long  I'll  cherish, 

Cherish  'till  this  life  is  o'er; 
Till  the  soul  has  left  the  body 

For  that  everlasting  shore. 
For  that  shore  where  loved  ones  wait  us, 

Where  we  meet,  no  more  to  part; 
Where  we  join  our  loving  brothers, 

Hand  with  hand,  and  heart  with  heart. 


74  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


ON  THE  TENTED  FIELD. 

Dedicated  to  the  Supreme  Lodge,  Knights  of  Pythias,  of  the 
world. 


GAZE  upon  the  field  of  glory, 

And  the  sight  our  eyes  behold, 
Tells  to  us  the  loving  story 

Of  the  gallant  Knights  of  old. 
'Neath  the  loved  and  honored  banner 

Waving  in  the  gentle  breeze, 
Onward  march  the  noble  Pythians, 

Theme  for  future  histories. 

ii. 

Many  tongues  will  voice  your  praises 

When  your  swords  are  laid  aside, 
And  your  souls  have  journeyed  yonder 

Where  true  love  and  faith  abide. 
Keep  your  record.    It  will  brighten 

All  the  world  in  years  to  come; 
It  will  tell  the  story  over 

Of  your  deeds  so  grandly  done. 


O  the  bravest  hearts  are  sheltered 
'Neath  the  Pythian  uniform! 

O  the  grandest  deeds  have  issue, 
From  each  noble,  gallant  form! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  75 

Let  the  winds  in  silence  whisper 

Of  the  trust  of  Pythian  love; 
It  will  find  response  from  heaven, 

Blessed  by  Him  who  reigns  above. 

IV. 

There  are  none  whose  ranks  are  higher 

For  each  soul  is  but  a  part 
Of  the  purest  deeds  of  kindness 

Issued  from  a  Pythian  heart. 
And  if  Love  is  King  all  over 

As  'tis  said,  then  go  and  tell 
Of  their  lives,  and  of  their  actions, 

Emblemizing  it  so  well. 

v. 
Gaze  upon  the  field  of  glory, 

Wondrous  sight  for  eyes  to  see; — 
Forty  thousand  Knights  of  Pythias 

In  a  loving  company. 
Brothers  joined  by  bands  together; 

Bands  that  never  break  in  twain, 
But  will  live  throughout  the  ages, — 

Works  that  will  not  be  in  vain. 

VI. 

O  the  grandeur  of  our  Order! 

Say,  can  any  mortal  tell, — 
Can  the  world  show  any  record 

That  has  prospered  half  so  well  ? 
Ask  the  stars  that  beam  above  us, 

Ask  the  winds  that  waft  along, 

Ask  the  world  can  it  produce  us 
A  more  dear  or  sweeter  song! 


76  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

VII. 

And  its  members, — they  are  legion! 

See  them  come  from  every  side; 
No,  we  will  not  call  them  strangers, 

Tho*  their  homes  are  far  and  wide. 
They  are  brothers  and  we  greet  them, 

Greet  them  as  a  dearest  friend, 
For  they  love  us  with  a  ferver 

That  will  last  unto  the  end. 

VIII. 

Gaze  upon  the  field  of  glory, 
See  the  mighty  throng  of  men 

Marching  onward,  'neath  their  leaders, 
They  are  up  in  arms  again! 

Up  in  arms,  but  not  for  battle, 

For  their  swords  are  laid  in  peace; 
And  the  wings  of  friendship  spreading 

Joins  them  in  a  loving  feast. 

IX. 

O  ye  comrades!  Speechless  stand  we 

In  the  light  of  your  great  deeds; 
And  we  see  in  bonds  of  friendship 

Men  of  every  sect,  and  creed. 
All  are  brothers,  noble  Pythians! 

And  your  lives  will  ever  be 
Emblems  of  that  gallant  Order, 

Of  our  trio,  F.  C.  B. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  77 

x. 

When  this  age  in  its  progression 

Passes  from  the  sight  of  men, 
Then  your  story  oft  repeated 

Ever  glorious  will  reign. 
From  the  lips  of  unborn  nations 

Shall  your  history  be  told, 
While  'tis  written  by  the  angels 

On  a  page  of  purest  gold. 

XI. 

There  is  glory  in  the  knowledge 

That  the  Pythian  love  will  reign, 
When  beneath  the  mound  we  slumber, 

Free  from  every  earthly  pain; 
And  our  deeds  will  be  eternal, 

Doing  good  forevermore; 
While  we  gaze  upon  our  labors 

From  that  blessed  and  happy  shore. 

XII. 

Do  your  best,  nor  fear  the  future, 

For  the  years  must  surely  add 
To  your  name  and  to  your  glory, 

Only  that  which  makes  you  glad. 
You  have  soothed  the  hearts  of  many, 

You  have  carried  souls  above, 
And  the  world  has  given  praises, 

Your  reward,  the  Savior's  love! 


78  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


LOVE'S  TRUST. 

OFTEN  in  this  life  of  many  changes, 

The  soul  and  heart  is  put  unto  the  test; 
Sometimes  it  seems  that  Fate  the  plan  arranges, 

And  in  the  end  we  see  that  it  is  best. 
We  know  not  where  our  feet  are  onward  soaring, 

We  only  know  that  He  will  rule  above; 
And  on  through  life  we  go,  the  while  adoring 

Our  Savior  who  is  looking  down  in  love. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  79 


DARK  EYES. 

DARK  Eyes!    O  what  a  radiant  light 

Descends  as  if  from  magic  fire, 
And  to  my  soul  takes  instant  flight, 

To  make  life  sweet  with  my  desire. 
Dark  Eyes!  Dark  Eyes!  'Tis  sweet  to  live 

Beneath  thy  ever-glowing  fire; 
When  'neath  thy  glance  earth  cannot  give 

A  higher  gift,  nor  heaven  inspire. 
My  soul  is  wrapt  in  heavenly  bliss, 

And  sorrow  is  to  me  unknown; 
Dark  Eyes!  that  all  my  troubles  kiss 

Away,  to  be  forever  flown. 
O  who  can  feel  the  loving  thrill, 

The  happiness  there  is  to  stand 
Within  the  sphere  that  you  do  fill 

And  govern  with  your  magic  wand! 
Beneath  the  stars  up  in  the  skies, 
You  govern  all,  Dark  Eyes!  Dark  Eyes! 


8o  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


SAYINGS. 

Do  not  speak  a  word  unkind, 
For  its  power  is  undefined. 

Give  a  smile  for  every  tear; 
Joy  should  reign  above  the  bier. 

Every  soul  that  leaves  this  earth 
Enters  in  a  second-birth. 

Dream  of  love,  but  let  it  be 
A  dream  of  true  sincerity. 

From  start  to  finish,  life's  a  race 
That  should  o'erflowing  be  with  grace. 

Life  is  labor!    Death  is  rest! 
Every  soul  must  stand  the  test. 

Like  the  sun  that  gleams  so  bright, 
We  fade  away  when  comes  the  night. 

Sin's  a  thing  we  must  expel; 
It  drags  the  soul  of  man  to  hell. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  81 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 


ONE  day,  oh  that  day  I  shall  never  forget, 

When  I  clasped  her  dear  hand  in  my  own; 
The  feeling  imparted  still  clings  to  me  yet 

As  I  pass  along  sadly  alone. 
Oh,  the  thrill  of  delight  that  fond  touch  imparted, 

Lights  up  the  deep  gloom  in  my  breast; 
As  through  life's  sorrows  I  go  broken-hearted 

Forsaken,  a  stranger  to  rest. 


Life's  pleasures  for  me  have  vanished  forever; 

Bright  hopes  once  cherished  have  fled; 
No  more  the  stars  gleam  brightly,  no  never, 

For  now  my  one  treasure  is  dead. 
'Tis  years  since  that  day  as  we  stood  in  the  gloam 
ing 

She  promised  to  ever  be  mine; 
A  radiant  vision  into  womanhood  blooming — 

How  brightly  her  blue  eyes  did  shine. 


Maggie  my  darling!  that  look  shall  I  cherish; 

Fondly  your  words  will  I  keep; 
Oh  banish  the  thought  that  they  ever  shall  perish, 

They  come  to  me  even  in  sleep. 


82  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

And    I    long   for   the   time  when  Death's  angel 
calling 

Shall  summon  me,  dear,  to  thy  side, 
When  o'er  my  weary  eyes  darkness  is  falling, 

And  I  pass  over  life's  ebbing  tide. 

Then  shall  we  meet  in  that  kingdom  of  glory, 
Where  dwelleth  the  good  and  the  blest, 

Where  mingle  together  the  young  and  the  hoary, 
Forever  in  infinite  rest. 

Then  shall  our  vows  of  love  be  repeated, 
There  shall  we  meet  ne'er  to  part, 

There  where  the  joys  of  life  are  completed, 

And  sorrows  are  cast  from  the  heart. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  83 


LIST  THE  SIGHING. 

LIST  the  sighing  of  the  winter's  wind, 

As  it  whirls  upon  its  way, 
Leaving  this  sad  old  earth  behind 
To  greet  the  approaching  day. 
List  the  sighing, 
Oh,  the  sighing 
Of  the  winter's  wind. 

List  the  sighing  of  the  winter's  wind 

As  through  the  trees  it  blows; 
Search  for,  but  never  will  we  find 
In  the  garden  a  beautiful  rose. 
They  have  perished, 
Like  hopes  cherished, 
Killed  by  the  winter's  wind. 

List  the  sighing  of  the  winter's  wind, 

Adown  the  winding  lane, 
Where  oft  I've  stood  'mid  happy  scenes, 
When  hopes  were  not  all  vain. 
List  the  sighing, 
Oh  the  sighing 
Of  the  winter's  wind. 


84  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


WHAT  IS  LOVE? 

I  HAVE  often  thought  the  meaning 

Of  that  word  that  men  call  "  Love!" 
And  I've  asked,  is  it  a  gleaning 

Of  the  feeling  there  above  ? 
Is  it  real,  or  is  it  phantom  ? 

Only  fancies  of  the  heart  ? 
Or  is  it  but  the  angel's  anthem 

Combined  with  Life's  most  truest  part  ? 

Is  it  but  a  tender  feeling 

Embedded  in  all  mankind's  breast 
That  sweeter  grows  when  softly  stealing 

And  sinks  into  the  heart,  its  rest  ? 
I  do  not  know!    Can  you  the  secret 

Clearly  to  my  mind  explain  ? 
If  so  you  can,  then  only  speak  it, 

Let  not  my  pleading  be  in  vain! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  85 


ROSES. 

THE  roses  that  bloom  in  the  garden, 

To  brighten  the  world  with  their  sight, 
Seem  glad  'neath  the  rays  of  the  sunshine, 

And  fill  the  lone  heart  with  delight. 
They  bloom  and  bow  down  in  the  breezes, 

And  seem  in  their  language  to  say: 
"We  live  'neath  the  care  of  our  Master, 

We  follow  in  His  chosen  way  ? " 

Oh,  roses!  sweet  queens  of  the  garden! 

Your  lives  are  indeed  a  delight; 
You  smile  and  you  chat  with  the  lily, 

You  make  the  whole  world  gay  and  bright. 
Long  may  you  live  in  your  splendor, 

A  blessing  to  all  of  mankind; 
Methinks  if  we  search  the  world  over 

No  prettier  picture  we'd  find. 


86  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


FAREWELL. 

THERE  is  something  sad  in  parting 

That  mere  words  cannot  express, 
And  the  heart  is  left  in  sadness 

And  is  filled  with  sore  distress; 
But  the  mem'ry  of  the  dear  one, 

As  he  bid  you  all  adieu, 
Is  a  picture  that  will  ever 

Be  to  you  a  vision  true. 

Then  farewell,  may  joy  surround  you 

All  the  happy  years  to  come, 
And  a  glorious  reign  of  pleasure 

Beam  upon  your  little  home. 
May  the  stars  that  shine  above  you 

Banish  every  earthly  care; 
And  the  dear  ones  cling  around  you, 

Mingling  pleasure  everywhere. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  87 


A  LOVE  PLEA. 


WILL  you  be  my  bonny  bride 
'  Little  sweetheart  mine  ? 
Ever  linger  at  my  side 

While  J  cling  to  thine! 
Then  the  days  will  happy  be, 
Free  from  every  misery. 
Sweetest  songs  will  greet  our  ears, 
Banishing  all  sighs  and  tears; 
Every  wish  you  may  impart 
Will  be  pleasure  to  my  heart; 
And  the  years  that  fleetly  pass 
Will  bring  joy  unto  my  lass^ 

Oh  how  happy  we  will  be 

Little  sweetheart  mine! 
Merry  hours  for  you  and  me, 

'Neath  the  glad  sunshine. 
Every  song  my  pen  may  write 
Words  of  love  to  you  indite, 
And  the  world  will  understand 
Love  is  supreme!    Love  is  grand! 
Turn  your  loving  face  to  mine, 
Let  mine  eyes  gaze  into  thine, 
That  I  may  see  your  answer  there 
In  every  look,  unto  my  prayer. 


88  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Will  you  be  my  bonny  bride 

Little  sweetheart  mine  ? 
Love  will  in  our  home  abide, 

Happiness  entwine. 
Take  my  hand  and  answer  "yes; " 
Let  your  throbbing  heart  confess 
That  you  love  me,  as  I  love  you, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  true. 
Oh,  the  world  is  glad  and  fair! 
Songs  of  joy  sound  everywhere, 
As  our  lips  in  union  press, 
And  she  softly  answers  "yes! " 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  8g 


TO  GERALDINE. 

WHISPER  softly  Geraldine, 

Tell  me  of  your  love; 
Lift  your  loving  face  to  mine — 

An  angel's  from  above. 

Tell  me  truly,  Geraldine, 

Can  I  call  you  mine  ? 
Will  you  be  my  darling  wife  ? 

For  life  our  hearts  entwine. 

'Tis  sweet  to  live,  my  Geraldine, 
To  know  that  you  are  near, — 

To  know  that  you  are  true  to  me, 
The  thought  will  ever  cheer. 

Oh,  Geraldine,  my  Geraldine, 
To  you  I'll  e'er  be  true; 

And  in  the  coming  years  of  joy 
My  heart  will  beat  for  you. 


90  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


THE  TRAMP. 

I  WANDER  in  the  streets  to-night, 
I  have  no  place  to  lay  my  head; 

No  one  to  greet  with  faces  bright, 
My  dear  ones  are  all  dead! 

One  by  one,  they  passed  away; 

Sad  and  lone  they  left  me  here, 
And  dark  has  been  the  brightest  day — 

No  more  their  voice  I  hear. 

The  happy  days  of  manhood,  spent 
In  peaceful  dreams  of  love, 

Have  passed  away.     My  form  is  bent — 
My  loved  ones  are  above. 

My  hair  is  white  with  weight  of  years; 

My  eyes  have  lost  their  sight 
And  life  is  but  a  vale  of  tears — 

Of  .darkness — not  of  light. 

My  heart  was  sad — I  took  too  drink, 

And  step  by  step  I  fell; 
And  people  call  me  "tramp,"  and  sink 

Me  deeper  into  hell! 

Oh,  for  manhood's  days  again! — 

'Tis  vain  to  plead  I  know; 
I  must  endure  my  bitter  pain, 

Cast  out  where'er  I  go. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  91 


BY  THE  RISE  OF  THE  SUN. 

I  SHALL  stroll  to  the  brook  by  the  rise  of  the  sun, 
I  shall  see  the  clear  waters  play  there — 

The  ripples  of  water  the  light  falls  upon, 
As  they  pass  through  the  meadows  so  fair. 

Mayhap  I  will  meet  the  one  that  I  love — 

Brave  Arthur,  so  loving  and  fair, 
And  while  we  converse,  the  sun  up  above, 

Will  drive  from  our  hearts  thoughts  of  care. 

I  see  him  now  standing  on  the  bank  of  the  stream, 
Where  so  often  we  lovers  have  met, — 

When  many  an  hour  I  passed  in  a  dream, 
In  a  pleasure  I  ne'er  shall  forget. 

By  the  rise  of  the  sun  I  shall  wander  again, 
To  the  banks  of  that  streamlet  so  fair; 

And  there  in  love's  dream,  we'll  think  not  of  pain, 
But  together  our  happiness  share. 


92  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


THE  YEARNING  OF  A  MOTHER'S 
HEART. 

I  DREAM  of  you  to-night,  my  boy, 

As  I  lie  on  my  bed  of  pain, 
And  I  wonder  if  the  time  will  come 

When  we  shall  meet  again. 
My  heart  is  sad,  and  life  is  drear, 

Without  your  loving  smile: — 
Oh,  when  will  God  grant  me  the  gift 

To  embrace  my  only  child! 

Long  years  have  passed  away,  my  boy, 

Long  years  of  toil  and  care; 
My  once  bright  eyes  have  dim'd  in  sight 

And  age  came  unaware. 
My  waving  curls  that  once  were  black, 

Are  white  with  weight  of  years, 
And  as  I  think  of  you  to-night 

I  can't  restrain  the  tears. 

Oh,  will  you  e'er  return,  my  boy, 

To  cheer  my  ending  days  ? 
Or  must  my  life  fore'er  be  dark 

Unknown  to  pleasure's  rays  ? 
I  pray  to  Him  that  you  will  come, 

E'en  sooth  my  dying  breath, 
And  if  I  could  but  clasp  your  form, 

Oh,  welcome  then  to  death. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  93 


CHRISTMAS  REVERIE. 

ANOTHER  year  has  flown  away, 
Since  on  the  last  fair  Christmas  day 
The  merry  sound  of  mirth  and  joy, 
From  lips  of  happy  girl  and  boy, 
Resounded  on  the  winter  air 
That  ever  seemed  their  joys  to  share, 
When  through  the  trees,  high  above 
The  sun  shone  down  in  beams  of  love, 
Making  all  the  world  rejoice 
And  praise  their  maker  in  a  voice. 

To  some  a  blessed  year  of  light 
Has  vanished  from  their  longing  sight; 
A  year  of  happiness  and  joy 
With  pleasure  filled  without  alloy; 
They  have  had  no  cause  for  pain, 
It  has  been  to  them  a  gain, 
And  the  happiness  to  them  given 
Makes  earth  to  them  almost  a  heaven. 
Their  year  of  light  has  passed  away, 
And  now  begins  another  day. 

While  some  have  had  a  peaceful  year 
Ne'er  marred  by  pain,  ne'er  dim'd  by  tear, 
Oh,  sad  to  think  that  other  hearts, 
Have  fallen  under  sorrows  darts; 


94  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

And  while  we  here,  with  laughters  sound 

Awake  the  silence  all  around, 

Have  we  a  thought  of  friends  now  gone 

Who  but  a  year  ago,  in  fun, 

Made  the  little  honsehold  ring, 

With  the  songs  they  loved  to  sing  ? 

And  while  in  this  fair  Christmas  time 
We  hear  the  pealing  church  bells  chime, 
And  listen  to  the  voice  and  song 
That  like  a  sunbeam  moves  along, 
Can  we  be  happy  when  we  view 
The  names  of  dear  ones,  loved  and  true, 
Whose  tender  words  we  longed  to  hear, 
That  now  have  vanished  with  the  year  ? 
Of  father,  mother,  sister,  friend, 
Who  now  with  us  their  pray'rs  blend  ? 

Shall  they  vanish  from  our  heart  ? 
Shall  their  memory  depart  ? 
No!  Tho'  gone  they  wait  above, 
Beaming  bright  in  tender  love. 
Wait  for  us  to  join  them  there, 
Where  enters  not  the  world's  despair; 
Where  all  is  happiness  and  peace, 
And  where  rejoicings  never  cease; 
Where  Faith  forever  lights  the  way, 
And  where  beams  bright  eternal  day! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.        95 


FOUND  DEAD. 

FOUND  dead!  The  rest  is  blank; 

His  name  we  do  not  know; 
No  trace  of  name  or  rank — 

Whether  friend  or  foe. 

Oh,  who  can  say  his  last  bright  smile 
Did  not  a  faint  heart  cheer, 

Mayhap  caressing  a  loved  child 
Who  called  him  "  papa  dear." 

Found  dead!  And  not  a  friend  to  say 

A  prayer  above  his  bier; 
In  all  the  darkness  not  a  ray 

Of  light;  no  smile  to  cheer, 

No  tears  to  weep,  no  saddened  face, 

No  friendly,  loving  hands 
To  place  him  in  his  resting-place 

Beneath  the  bleaching  sands. 

But  God  is  just,  though  we  below 

Cannot  the  past  reveal; 
Soon  we  shall  the  secret  know, 

That  those  closed  lips  conceal. 


96  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


HAPPINESS  FOR  ALL. 

THIS  life  is  not  all  pleasure,  we  often  meet  with 

pain, 
And  though  we  plead  for  happiness,  our  pleading 

is  in  vain; 
For  care  and  toil  must  be  our  lot  wherever  we  may 

roam, 
When  e'er  we  miss  the  pleasant  smile,  the  welcome 

voice  at  home; 
'Tis  very  hard  to  part  with  friends,  to  us  so  very 

dear, 
Who  leave  us  in  this  cold,  cold  world,  and  make 

our  life  so  drear; 
But  God  who  rules  our  life  each  day,  has  said  that 

we  must  all 
Leave  this  world  and  go  to  Him  in  answer  to  His 

call; 
So  do  not  be  disheartened,  whate'er  your  life  may 

be, 
We  cannot  have  a  heaven  here,  we  cannot  pleasure 

see, 
But  on  that  day  when  we  must  go  in  answer  to  His 

call, 

We'll  find  there's  happiness  for  us,  there's  happi 
ness  for  all. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  97 


ANSWERED. 

LINES  TO   MRS.    C.    W.   WALLACE. 

O'ER  a  mantel  hung  a  picture, 

(Now  I  ask  of  whom  ?) 
Stationed  there  as  if  a  fixture, 

To  dispel  the  gloom. 
Gazing  on  it  stood  I  wondering, 

'Neath  the  gleaming  light, 
While  ever  in  my  mem'ry  pondering, 

Asking,  am  I  right? 

Who  is  it  ?    I  wonder,  wonder, 

Gaze  on  it  again; 
While  my  brain  will  ponder,  ponder, 

With  the  same  refrain. 
Is  it — oh,  will  you  excuse  me  ? 

I  don't  mean  to  offend; 
Tell  me  please,  now,  don't  refuse  me — 

"A  young  gentleman  friend." 

That's  the  answer  that  you  give  me; 

Oh,  now,  aint  that  sly  ? 
But  your  answer' 11  not  deceive  me, 

So  you  need  not  try. 
Ah,  you  women  are  so  cunning, 

We  men  are  the  fools! 
Think  we  need  a  little  sunning, 

Geographies  and  schools! 


98  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


MAMMA'S  FLOWERS. 

I  WAS  walking  in  the  garden 

On  a  bright  and  sunny  day, 
Gazing  on  the  flowers  around  me, 

Thinking  what  would  Vivia  say 
If  she  saw  me  pluck  a  flower, 

Tear  it  from  its  tender  vine  ? 
When  I  heard  a  gentle  whisper 

Answering  these  thoughts  of  mine. 

"  Papa,  don't  'oo  touch  dem  flowers, 
'Tause  'oo  know  they  'longs  to  me; 

They  was  p' anted  by  my  mamma, 
Who  we  never  more  s'all  see. 

And  s'e  'oved  'em  'oo  wemember, 

Mamma's  Powers  mus'  always  bloom; 
They  will  help  to  b'ing  the  suns'ine 

Back  into  our  home  of  gloom." 

Darling  Vivia!  Little  daughter! 

Never  fear  that  I  will  touch 
E'en  a  leaf  of  these  sweet  flowers 

That  you  love  and  prize  so  much. 
Mamma's  flowers!  So  you  call  them; 

Do  you  know  that  what  you  say 
Makes  me  feel  there  is  an  Eden 

In  the  heavens  far  away, 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  99 

Where  we'll  meet  again  our  mamma, 

To  be  parted  nevermore; 
Where,  amid  the  scenes  of  beauty, 

Mamma's  flowers  are  blooming  o'er! 


FAREWELL  TO  SUMMER. 


FAREWELL,  fine  evenings,  rich  with  tender  things, 

Farewell,  sweet  flowers,  fading  day  by  day; 
And  must  we  bid  the  birds  farewell,  whose  wings 

Spread  out  to  soar  to  regions  far  away  ? 
Ah,  yes!  the  woods  for  them  no  more  are  gay 

With  blooming  verdure,  flowers  fair  and  shy; 
And  e'en  the  skies  above  seem  dull  and  gray, 

When  Summer's  glories  die 


How  fondly  now  the  pensive  spirit  sings 

Of  joyous  incidents  of  June  and  May; 
We  seem  to  lose  a  friend  when  Autumn  flings 

Her  garments  where  we  used  to  love  to  stray; 
For  Youth  would  have  the  genial  Summer  stay, 

The  light  divine  unto  the  careless  eye, 
But  swift-winged  Time  his  flight  cannot  delay, 

Tho'  Summer's  glories  die. 


ioo  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

How  mournful  sound  the  wind's  loud  whisperings, 

Thro'  naked  branches  now,  that  idly  sway; 
The  heart  to  pleasant  mem'ries  ever  clings — 

Of  rambles  long,  and  row  on  stream  and  bay; 
If  we  but  knew  the  future,  who  can  say 

Another  Spring  will  greet  us  by  and  by  ? 
We  ne'er  again  may  see  the  bloom  decay 

When  Summer's  glories  die. 

L'ENVOI. 

Farewell,  dear  hours,  like  the  dying  ray 
Of  some  fair  glimmer  in  the  western  sky, 

I  feel  that  I  for  faith  and  strength  must  pray, 
When  Summer's  glories  die. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  101 


THOUGHTS    AT  A    BABY'S    GRAVE. 

I  STOOD  by  the  side  of  a  little  grave 

On  a  beautiful  summer's  eve; 
The  flowers  were  blooming  all  around 

In  summer's  short  reprieve. 
And  I  thought  of  the  heart  of  the  mother, 

And  the  sorrows  that  to  her  fall 
When  she  lays  in  the  grave  her  baby, 

And  waits  in  vain  for  its  call. 

Can  the  soothing  balm  of  heaven 

That  the  angels  love  to  give, 
Renew  again  the  gladness 

That  once  in  her  heart  did  live  ? 
Her  baby  is  dead  forever, 

Forever  gone  from  the  arms 
That  once  so  loving  and  tender 

Protected  it  from  Life's  storms. 

I  thought  of  the  heart  that  must  suffer 

For  many  a  weary  year; 
Must  lead  a  life  of  sadness, 

And  mingle  with  the  tear. 
But  then  came  the  thought  of  heaven, 

When  they  shall  meet  again! 
When  hearts  unite  in  gladness, 

Where  there  will  be  no  pain. 


102  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


LOVE'S  ANSWER. 

THE  flowers,  the  sun,  the  moon,  the  stars, 

Have  all  their  power  on  earth; 
The  birds  that  carol  in  the  trees 

Rejoice  in  morning's  birth. 
The  fame  that  every  mortal  craves 

We  give  as  lofty  aim; 
But  higher,  dearer  is  the  thought, 

"In  love  we  are  the  same." 

The  stars  are  bright  and  they  are  true; 

The  moon  beams  from  above 
Upon  this  earth  their  vigils  keep 

While  I  retain  his  love! 
And  they  will  seem  to  me  more  bright, 

More  radiant  to  my  view, 
For  in  my  heart  I  know  and  feel 

"To  him  I'll  e'er  be  true." 

The  one  to  whom  I'll  e'er  be  true 

Possesses  all  my  heart; 
And  in  my  breast  affection  reigns, 

From  which  I  would  not  part. 
The  world  may  give  its  titles  grand, 

Insignia's  born  of  worth, 
But  truer  still  the  emblem  sweet, 

"My  love,  my  king  of  earth." 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  103 

What  rapture  there  is  in  the  thought 

That  in  the  bonds  of  love 
We  live  as  happy  as  they  live 

Within  that  realm  above. 
O  dear  one,  all  my  wishes  go 

On  swift  wings  fly  to  you, 
And  at  your  side  find  happiness, 

"For  I  will  e'er  be  true," 


ONE  I  DEARLY  LOVE. 


I'LL  give  to  you  a  picture  of  the  one  I  dearly  love, 
Whose  face  is  like  an  angel's  that  dwells  in  heaven 

above. 

Whose  voice  is  like  the  cadence  of  a  well  remem 
bered  air, 
That  falls  upon  my  mem'ry  in  a  sound  both  rich  and 

rare, 
Whose  laugh  is  like  the  echo  of  a  thousand  golden 

bells, 
That  soars  into  my  beating  heart  and  there  forever 

dwells. 
Whose  tread  is  like  the  wafting  of  the  winds  among 

the  trees 
And  starts  my  heart  to  throbbing  in  the  sweetest 

ecstacies. 


104  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Whose  eyes  of  brown  are  brighter  than  the  shining 

stars  of  night, 
That  twinkle  in  the  darkness  in  an  ever  glowing 

light, 
Whose  jet  black  hair  falls  over  in  a  mass  of  silken 

curls, 
Whose  image  I  adore  and  love, — the  queen  of  all 

the  girls. 


A  TRIBUTE  TO  GAMBRELL. 

NOBLE  Gambrell!  He  is  dead, 
Place  the  marble  o'er  his  head; 
Pointing  to  that  heavenly  dome, 
Where  his  soul  has  journeyed  home. 
Bravery  should  have  its  reward, 
Tho'  it  sleeps  beneath  the  sward. 
Death  is  but  a  glory!    Fame 
Cannot  have  a  nobler  aim 
Than,  when  a  man  goes  to  his  grave 
And  gives  up  e'en  his  life  to  save! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  105 


CHRISTMAS  CAROL. 

SEE  the  brightly  dawning  star, 
Herald  of  a  coming  morn; 

Shepherds  watch  its  beams  afar, 
In  the  East  a  Prince  is  born. 

Long  had  been  the  watch  in  vain; 

Under  superstitions  sway, 
Long  the  world  in  doubt  had  lain 

Waiting  for  the  promised  day. 

In  the  tent  no  room  was  found 
For  the  Holy  Mother's  head; 

Priest  and  Levite  there  abound, 
She  must  seek  a  lonely  shed. 

Meet  it  was  the  Prince  should  be 
In  a  humble  manger  born, 

Prince  of  all  eternity, 
Subject  to  their  scoff  and  scorn. 

See  the  rising  beacon  star, 
Herald  of  the  Christmas  morn; 

Shepherds  watch  its  beams  afar, 
In  the  East  our  King  is  born. 


io6  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


LOOKING  FOR  PAPA. 

I  WAS  in  my  study  thinking 

O'er  the  dim  and  distant  past, 
When  I  heard  the  sound  of  footsteps 

To  my  chamber  coming  fast, 
And  my  little  daughter  Vera, 

Burst  upon  my  gazing  view, 
With  "a  tiss  for  darling  papa, 

And  I'se  been  ter  look  fer  you." 

"  Papa  did  you  hear  me  calling? 

I  was  looking  'round  for  you; 
Looked  for  you  out  in  the  garden 

Where  the  violets  are  blue." 
Then  I  clasped  her  to  my  bosom, 

Pressed  a  kiss  upon  her  brow; 
Gazed  into  her  blue  eyes  shining, 

Saying  "you  have  found  me  now," 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  107 


YOU  DID  NOT  ANSWER  NO. 

I  WANDER  down  the  lane,  Lucile, 

Where  you  and  I  have  strayed, 
And  gazed  upon  the  babbling  brook, 

When  oft  the  sun  has  played. 
'Tis  there  you  promised  to  be  mine, 

In  the  golden  long  ago; 
When  we  were  young,  and  life  was  sweet- 

You  did  not  answer  no. 

Those  days  were  dear  to  me,  Lucile, 

The  sweetest  of  my  life; 
For  I  had  hoped  e'er  summer  fled 

To  claim  you  as  my  wife. 
My  heart  was  pledged  to  you  dear  one, 

And  when  I  told  you  so, 
You  clasped  me  to  your  bosom,  and 

You  did  not  answer  no. 

Long  years  have  passed  away,  Lucile, 

And  still  I  am  alone; 
The  heart  that  beat  for  you  is  still, 

Darling,  all  your  own. 
And  tho'  my  hair  is  silver-streaked, 

And  heart  bedimmed  in  woe, 
I  cannot  yet  forget  the  past, 

You  did  not  answer  no. 


io8  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

I  hope  some  day  to  meet,  Lucile, 

With  you  again  on  earth ; 
And  then  the  love  of  childhood  may 

Bloom  forth  in  second-birth. 
And  if  the  love  of  manhood  can 

Redeem  your  heart,  I  know 
That  when  I  ask  you  to  be  mine, 

You  will  not  answer  no. 


THE  LAST  REQUEST. 

FAREWELL,  my  comrade!  clasp  my  hand, 

I  feel  that  death  is  coming  o'er  me, 
And  in  my  ear  God's  just  command, 
Tells  me  that  I  soon  must  stand 
Before  His  throne,  in  that  bright  land, 
With  angels  bright  before  me. 

My  vision  now  is  growing  dim, 

No  more  your  welcome  face  I  see; 
My  cup  of  life  filled  to  the  brim, 
And  angels  brightly  'fore  me  swim 
Beckoning  me  from  earth  to  Him, 
That  rules  eternity. 

One  boon  of  you  I  ask,  dear  friend, 
The  last  that  I  shall  ask  on  earth; 
For  when  another  sun  shall  send 
Its  rays  abroad,  o'er  sea  and  land, 
I  shall  have  passed  o'er  Life's  great  bend, 
Into  a  second  birth. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  109 

'Tis  this,  that  when  my  body  rests 
Beneath  the  cold  and  chilly  ground; 

When  flowers  shall  wither  on  my  breast, 

And  darkness  shall  o'ercloud  the  west, 

Then  I  make  this  one  request, 
I  make  it  from  the  mound. 

I  leave  my  darling  in  your  care, 

My  little  girl,  my  only  treasure; 
Raise  her  up  in  path  of  prayer, 
Teach  her  life's  hardship's  to  bear; 
Oh,  if  'twere  not  to  leave  her  here 

Death  would  be  a  pleasure. 

Keep  her — but  I'm  sinking  fast — 

Do  not  leave  me  here  alone. 
Will  you  promise? — 'tis  the  last — 
Thanks,  Oh,  now,  all  sorrow's  past, 
And  I  stand  not  back  aghast — 

Soon  I'll  be  at  home. 

Strangely  faint,  his  voice  sinks  low, 
With  mutterings  he  gasps  for  breath; 

No  more  his  once  bright  eyes  now  glow; 

Passed  for  him  is  all  life's  woe; — 

Gone  where  all  of  us  must  go, — 
A  victim  of  cold  death. 


no  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


A  TRUTH. 

PEOPLE  plodding  through  this  world 
Are  marked  for  many  stations; 

And  at  the  proper  time,  unfurled, 
They  view  their  life  vocations. 

Now  if  they  would  this  follow  up 
Without  complaint  or  sorrow, 

They'd  prosper,  and  life's  gladsome  cup 
Would  fill — no  need  to  borrow. 

But  'tis  not  so,  they  will  not  do, 
And  waiting  for  something  better, 

They  plodding  on,  this  world  go  through, 
To  their  Creator  debtor. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  in 


MORNING. 

OH,  the  glory  of  the  morning, 

How  the  bright  lights  dance  about; 
How  the  sun's  bright  rays  of  splendor 

Gleam  on  everything  without. 
Now  the  pale-faced  moon  of  beauty 

Has  vanished  from  the  bright' ning  sky; 
And  the  stars  have  long  departed, 

Arise!  Arise!  for  day  is  nigh. 

See  the  climbing,  clinging  flowers, 

Forming  wreaths  of  brighest  hues, 
In  a  myriad  of  colors, 

Glist'ning  'neath  the  welcome  dews; 
And  the  birds  are  gaily  singing 

Filling  woodland  with  their  song; 
Breathing  praises  to  their  Maker, 

Always  right,  ne'er  doing  wrong. 

Join  them  in  their  joyful  praises, 

Up!  Arise!  and  join  their  lay; 
Let  your  voice  peal  forth  in  gladness 

For  the  coming  of  the  day. 
Breathe  your  pray'rs  to  Him  who  watches 

Over  and  protects  us  all; 
Let  us  ever  be  preparing 

For  the  time  when  He  shall  call. 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 


MY  VIVIA. 

IF  you  knew  my  Vivia, 

You  would  say,  I'm  sure, 
That  she  was  an  angel 

With  heart  so  good  and  pure; 
You  should  see  her  coming 

To  meet  me  in  the  lane, 
With  her  merry  laughter 

Dispelling  every  pain. 

If  you  knew  my  Vivia, 

You'd  think  an  angel  fair 
Was  standing  there  before  you, 

That  earth  could  not  compare. 
And  you'd  bow  before  her! 

The  beauty  in  her  face 
Would  fill  your  heart  with  gladness, 

And  sanctify  the  place. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  113 


YOUTH. 

YOUTH  is  the  time  of  happiness, 

The  scene  of  joy  and  peace; 
When  life  is  a  perpetual  bliss, 

And  pleasures  never  cease. 

When  morning  bright,  bursts  on  the  sight; 

At  night  the  silvery  stars 
Before  our  gaze,  a  misty  haze, 

Shine  out  in  gleaming  bars. 

Oh,  yes,  it  is  the  happy  youth! 

With  spirits  glad  and  gay, 
With  laugh  and  shout,  we  romp  about, 

Nor  mind  the  waning  day. 


114  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


THE  STORM. 

LOUD  the  thunder  sounds  above, 

And  the  vivid  lightning  flashes 
Darting  here  and  darting  there, 

In  its  sudden,  mighty  dashes, 
Tell  a  storm  is  coming  on, 

Rain  will  soon  be  falling  down. 
The  clouds  o'erhead  are  growing  black, 

Moving  onward  in  their  track: 
But  they  soon  will  burst  anew 

'Tis  their  nature,  they  are  true. 
Now  the  winds  are  blowing  wild, 

And  the  waters  pouring  down, 
Flooding  o'er  the  narrow  streets, 

On  the  sidewalk  it  is  found. 
And  then  a  lull,  the  storm  is  o'er 
The  day  is  clear  as  'twas  before. 


LOOKING  &EYOND.  115 


I  WONDER. 

OH,  I  wonder 

If  up  yonder, 

Where  the  stars  are  shining  nightly, 
And  the  moon  is  beaming  brightly, 
I  wonder  if  the  angels  singing 
Fill  the  heavens  with  their  ringing, 
If  they  praise  Him  in  their  glory, 
Oft  repeated  in  the  story 

Told  up  yonder; 

Oh,  I  wonder. 

Yes,  I  wonder 

If  up  yonder 

They  look  down  upon  us  mortals 
Here  on  earth.     If  at  the  portals 
They  await  our  footsteps  nearing 
Watch  and  wait  for  our  appearing, 
When  our  life  on  earth  is  o'er 
And  we  join  them  on  that  shore 

'Way  up  yonder; 

Oh,  I  wonder. 


n6  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


BIRDS  IN  THE  TREES. 

THE  birds  that  carol  in  the  woods, 

And  flit  about  from  tree  to  tree, 

Carolling  sweetly  to  the  breeze 

Amid  a  life  so  gay  and  free, 

Are  the  happiest  habitants  of  earth. 

The  world  can  give  no  truer  joy 

Than  happiness  in  true  content, 

Where  sorrows  never  come  to  cloy 

Nor  trifles  murmur  to  annoy; 

Where  heaven  and  earth  seem  ever  blent 

As  one — a  season  of  true  mirth. 

The  heart  that  never  knows  the  pall 
Of  sorrow's  touch,  of  mis'ry's  call, 
Is,  if  there  be  such  as  these, 
Just  like  the  birds  among  the  trees. 
They  have  their  master.     He  above 
Will  fill  them  with  the  truest  love, 
And  all  the  earth  to  them  appears 
A  world  of  gladness,  free  of  tears. 

What  is  there  in  this  world  of  ours 
To  love  ?    In  truth  we  have  the  flowers, 
The  sun,  the  moon,  the  nightly  stars, 
That  gleam  above  like  silver  bars; 
And  friends,  but  they,  the  dearest  one 
Must  fade  away,  and  life  is  done; 
There  is  no  joy  to  last  alway, 
And  life  to  man  is  but  a  day! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  117 

There's  consolation  when  we  think 

We  stand  upon  the  happy  brink 
Of  heaven's  threshold.    There  above 

We  hear  the  prayer  of  them  we  love, 
Who,  waiting  for  that  glorious  day, 

When  all  our  sorrows  pass  away, 
We  join  in  sweetest  melodies, 

Happy  at  last,  birds  in  the  trees! 


LOVE  IS  SUPREME. 

IN  divers  notes  my  songs  may  rise, 

Now  gay,  now  sad,  now  full  of  feeling, 
Burdened  perchance  with  lover's  sighs, 

Or  even  sentiment  concealing. 
To  paint  the  beauties  of  the  spring, 

To  tell  the  glories  of  the  fall; 
But  ah!  In  all  the  songs  I  sing 

Love  is  the  subject  of  them  all. 

I  wander  by  the  riverside 

When  summer's  glories  all  are  glowing, 
And  o'er  my  soul,  a  golden  tide, 

The  beauties  of  the  earth  come  flowing. 
The  beauty  of  the  earth  I  sing, 

But  earth  is  only  full  of  grace, 
Because  within  my  heart  I  bring 

The  memory  of  my  lady's  face. 


n8  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

I  sit  the  fireplace  beside, 

And  read  of  man's  sublime  progression, 
Of  mighty  ones  who  lived  and  died, 

That  great  and  glorious  procession. 
My  spirit  stirs  within  me,  then, 

To  sing  what  man  can  do  or  be. 
But  what  is  it  inspires  men 

But  that  which  means  so  much  to  me  ? 

I  sing  the  passions  of  the  heart, 

Ambition,  study,  education; 
The  world  of  letters  or  of  art, 

The  wealth  and  power  of  the  nation! 
Whatever  theme  the  muse  may  stir, 

Whatever  song  comes  bounding  after, 
The  undercurrent  can  but  bear 

A  maiden's  glance,  a  maiden's  laughter. 

I  hold  it  true  that  he  who  aims 

To  lift  the  hearts  of  men  by  writing, 
Whatever  else  may  be  his  claims, 

True  love  must  live  in  his  enditing. 
Paternal  love,  or  love  of  youth; 

In  love  divine  or  love  of  art; 
For  thus  we  judge  the  author's  truth, 

And  thus  we  see  the  author's  heart. 

So,  tho'  in  divers  notes  may  rise 
Our  humble  songs  of  earnest  feeling, 

Burdened  with  all  a  lover's  sighs, 
Or  even  sentiment  concealing, 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  119 

Painting  the  beauties  of  the  spring, 

Telling  the  glories  of  the  fall, 
Whatever  the  theme  of  the  songs  we  sing 

Love  is  the  subject  of  them  all. 


BITTER-SWEET. 

SHE. 

THIS  is  the  time  he  said  we'd  meet, 

And  here  the  mentioned  place; 
He  gave  it  as  a  safe  retreat, 
And  how  I  long  to  see  my  sweet! 
Gaze  on  his  loving  face. 

HE. 

I  told  her  I  would  meet  her  there, 

But  now  I  will  not  go; 
I  cannot  bring  my  heart  to  care 
For  her,  tho'  she  be  ever  fair, 

I  have  decided.    No! 

Thus  bitter  mixes  with  the  sweet; 
This  world  is  but  a  poor  deceit. 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 


NELLIE. 

SEATED  near  the  window,  Nellie 

In  her  rocking  chair, 
With  her  gay  and  merry  laughter 

Pealing  on  the  air; 

Gay  and  merry, 

Light  and  airy, 

Pealing  on  the  air. 

He  passes  by  with  gentle  greetings, 

Sees  her  sitting  there; 
Hears  the  voice  so  gently  falling, 

Falling  on  the  air, 

Gay  and  merry, 

Light  and  airy, 

Falling  on  the  air, 

Comes  the  day  when  they  are  plighted, 

Live  without  a  care; 
Happy  voices  still  are  falling, 

Falling  on  the  air, 

Gay  and  merry, 

Light  and  airy, 

Falling  on  the  air. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  12! 


TO  LIVE  IN  LOVE. 

WE  live  and  die.    We  go  and  come, 

We  pass  away; 
We  journey  to  that  heavenly  home, 

Where  all  is  day! 
This  life  is  fleet.     We,  here  to-day, 

Tomorrow  dead! 
Thus  runs  the  world,  it  has  its  way. 

To-day  with  tread 
As  light — and  voice  as  gay  and  sweet 

She  lives  on  earth; 
To-morrow,  in  that  grand  retreat, 

A  second-birth! 
But  why  repine  ?    We  have  no  fear 

If  we  do  right; 
For  truth  will  be  to  us  a  spear 

To  win  the  fight. 
And  when  the  summons  on  us  fall 

From  Him  above, 
We'll  enter  in  that  heavenly  hall, 

To  live  in  love! 


122  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


LIFE— DEATH. 

THIS  world  is  but  a  mockery, 

This  life  is  short  and  fleet; 
We  enter  in  the  morning, 

Will  we  the  day  complete  ? 
Now  with  joy  and  laughter 

We  mingle  with  the  throng, 
Then  death — and  all  is  over! 

The  world  still  moves  along. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  123 


LIFE'S  SORROWS. 

ALL  have  their  sorrows  to  bear, 

Each  one  his  part  to  fulfil; 
The  heart  must  suffer  from  care 

The  body  be  weakened  and  ill. 

The  mind  ofttimes  will  give  way, 
The  will  may  loose  its  control; 

The  conscience  that  ever  was  true 
May  falsely  prove  to  the  soul. 

A  man  may  sink  in  the  dust, 
Fall  away  from  the  path  of  right, 

And  follow  where  leads  not  the  just 
To  end  at  last  in  a  plight 

That  always  gives  pain  to  the  heart 
And  makes  us  despair  of  e'en  heaven, 

O,  the  thought  a  terror  will  start, 
And  sorrow  to  life  is  then  given. 


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PITY. 

THE  night  was  cold  and  stormy, 
The  wind  was  blowing  wild, 

When  walking  on  in  silence 
I  heard  this  from  a  child: 

"Mister,  please  give  a  nickel, 
Mamma  is  sick  at  home, 

And  she  is  awful  hungry, 

And  waits  for  me  to  come." 

I  looked  on  her  in  pity, 

In  wondering  surprise, 
That  in  that  crowd  of  people 

Could  be  such  miseries. 
And  then  I  handed  to  her 

A  quarter  clean  and  bright; 
She  whispered  "thanks,"  and  vanished 

Off  into  the  night. 


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THE  HUNTER'S  DREAM. 


'TWAS  night,  a  night  so  long  ago, 

A  night  which  still  in  memory  sweet, 
Comes  back  to  me,  as  through  life's  woe 
I  pass  along  with  weary  feet; 
And  memory's  chime 
Brings  back  that  time 
With  sweetness  I  will  now  repeat. 


Out  on  the  prairie,  all  alone, 

With  no  one  nigh,  no  friendly  pard 
To  help  along  in  friendly  tone 
A  feeling  I  could  not  discard; 
For  in  despair 
I'd  rave  and  tear; 
I  tell  you  it  was  pretty  hard. 


Oh,  God,  I  thought!    Is  this  the  doom 

Of  justice  on  one  far  from  Thee  ? 
If  so,  how  can  I  'scape  this  gloom, 
And  from  this  mystic  spell  be  free  ? 
Could  I  but  pray 
For  coming  day, 
And  glorious  sunshine  once  more  see. 


126  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

At  this  I  rose,  and  in  despair 

Knelt  on  the  ground  on  bended  kne,e; 
"  If  thou  cans't  free  me  from  this  care, 
Oh,  God,  I  pray  Thee  to  be  free; 
I  beg  Thee  save 
Not  from  the  grave, 
But  save  my  soul  from  eternity." 

My  voice  grew  faint,  my  eye  grew  dim, 

I  sank  me  down  upon  the  ground, 
And  before  me  seemed  to  swim 
The  voices  of  a  band  profound; 
I  fell  asleep, 
And  seemed  to  leap 
And  join  in  their  strange,  melodious  sound. 

Bright  visions  floated  'fore  my  gaze, 
And  saintly  bands  began  to  sing, 
And  heavenly  voices  joined  in  the  lays, 
Till  all  the  heavens  seem'd  to  ring; 
And  on  His  throne, 
Grand  and  alone 
Sat  He  who  men  call  King. 

Spake  He  unto  the  rest,  "Rejoice, 

A  sinner  has  returned  to  thee. 
Take  up  thy  harp,  and  in  a  voice 
Proclaim  him  from  oblivion  free. 
Let  him  return 
To  earth,  and  earn 
A  place  among  you  through  eternity." 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  127 

At  this,  I  seemed  to  move,  and  they 

To  follow,  bearing  me  afar, 
Into  the  brightness  of  a  day 
Into  the  radiance  of  a  star, 

Which  seem'd  to  shine 
With  a  light  divine, 
And  illuminate  our  flower-strewn  way. 

Was  this  to  vanish  ?    'Twas  but  too  true, 

For  darkness  seem'd  to  o'ercast  all; 
The  heavenly  band  had  pass'd  from  view, 
No  more  could  I  hear  their  call. 
'Twas  but  a  dream, 
But  that  bright  gleam, 
In  life  I'll  e'er  recall. 


128  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


THE  CITIZEN  ROAD-AGENT. 

"TELL  you  'bout  it?    Wai,  pard,  it  war  rough 

A  scooting  'long  th'  line, 
Th'  horses  goin'  at  their  quickes'  speed, 

An'  le'vin'  the  mo'ntains  behind. 
Jus'  three  hours  since  we  lef  th'  fort, 

Th'  stage  chuck  full  o'  galoots; 
But  out  o'  tha'  crowd  thar  war  only  one 

Who  lived  ter  walk  hum  in  his  boots. 

"  We  war  'bout  ha'f  wa'  th'r'u, 

Tim  Foley  a  holdin'  th'  lines 
And  guidin'  us  thr'u'  th'  canyons  road, 

Which  same  we  c'u'd  tell  by  signs. 
Fur  y'u  know,  pard,  th'  gulch  are  uneven; 

First  up,  an'  then  down  we  went, 
Som'times  it  seem'd  that  over  we'd  go 

Wi'out  even  time  to  repent. 

"But  Tim  know'd  his  biz;  he'd  been  thar  before, 

An'  know'd  ev'ry  step  o'  th'  ground, 
So  we  soon  got  out  o'  th'  rough  canyon  road, 

An'  over  th'  pra'rie  we're  bound. 
Twenty  miles  more  an'  our  journey  w'u'd  en', 

An'  our  wife  an'  our  childr'n  we'd  meet, 
An'  we  war  jus'  thinkin'  how  nice  it  w'u'd  be, 

Ap'  how  our  h'arts  did  beat' 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  129 

"We  hed  jus'  enter'd  a  dark,  gloomy  wood, 

Jus'  ten  miles  this  side  o'  our  town 
Wen  a  single  ho'sman  'peared  in  the  road, 

A  slingin'  his  shooters  aroun'. 
'Halt!'  came  his  comman,'  but  'halt'  we  did 
not; 

Tim  grabbed  still  tighter  th'  lines, 
An  shouted:     '  Each  one  fur  hisself, 

An'  shute  th'  first  one  that  whines!' 

'"Draw  out  y'ur  "sixes,"  an'   shute  th'  pups 
down!' 

But  them  war  th'  las'  words  o'  poor  Tim, 
For  th'  road-agent  shot,  an'  over  he  went, 

An'  then  b'gan  th'  devil's  own  din. 
Wall,  pard,  y'u'  c'u'd'nt  a  he'rd  y'ur  own  voice; 

Th'  bullets  war  rattling  like  hail, 
An'  our  boys  went  do'n  ter  rise  no  more; 

Th'  road-agent  hed  stop'd  their  las'  wail. 

"But  pard,  I  war  livin',  they  didn't  know  that; 

If  they  hed,  I  w'u'd'nt  a'  breathed  long. 
They  seiz'd  on  th'   'gol'-dust,'   set  fire  to  th' 
co'ch, 

An'  took  the'r  d'partur'  in  song. 
Aft'r  they'd  went,  I  got  up  and  left, 

Aft'r  seein'  ter  all  o'  my  pards, 
But  ez  they  war  all  dead  an'  needed  no  help, 

I  lef  them  in  th'  care  o'  th'  Lord. 

"  Wen  I  re'ched  hum  an'  th'  roll  was  called, 

Six  men  war  not  ter  be  foun' ; 
Then  we  all  knew  that  the  road-agent  ban' 

War  citizens  p'  our  own  little  town." 


130  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


"PEGGED  OUT." 

PARC,  the  varmint  struck  me  heavy, 
Kinder  guess  I'll  hev  to  go; 

Notch  another  in  me  rifle, 
Fer  I  laid  the  critter  low. 

When  you  tell  the  boys  the  story 
'Bout  this  scrimmage  in  the  night, 

Tell  them  how  we  fought  together, 
Tell  them  that  your  pard  was  white. 

Raise  me  up  a  little  higher; 

Tell  me  you'll  wipe  out  the  score. 
Take  the  locket  from  my  bosom, 

Let  me  see  her  face  once  more. 

Don't  take  this  locket  from  my  body, 

Let  it  go  with  me  below; 
She  was  bright  as  heaven's  sunshine, 

She  was  pure  as  drifting  snow. 

Don't  bury  me  beneath  the  wilier, 
As  the  Eastern  folks  would  say; 

Plant  me  on  the  rollin'  prairie, 
Whar  the  deer  come  every  day. 

Has  the  moon  gone  down  already  ? 

Are  the  stars  no  longer  bright  ? 
Mebbe,  pard,  I'll  wake  up  yonder, 

Whar  there's  everlastin'  light. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  131 


THANKSGIVING  IN  THE  MINES. 

Y'u  ask  do  we  hev  a  Thanksgivin' 

Way  out  here  in  th'  mines, 
Wall,  I  opine  yes,  bet  y'er  ducats, 

Ez  I  wull  tell  in  these  lines. 
Grand!  Wall,  pard,  y'ujus'  wager 

Y'ur  ol'  sombrero  on  that, 
Du  we  eat  turkey  ?    W'y  sartain ! 

Jes  listen  pard,  while  I  chat. 

Tamborine  Bill — he's  th'  cook  here — 

Th'  bos'  can  be  found  in  th'  land, 
Kno's  how  to  handle  a  carver 

In  ev'ry  way — y'u  understand  ? 
Oh,  we  are  jolly  ol'  fellows, 

W'en  this  day  o'  thanks  cum's  erlong. 
Du  we  endulge?  oh,  wal,  sometimes; 

Then  we  winds  up  wi'  a  song. 

Fight!  no,  not  on  Thanksgivin'; 

That  is  er  day  o'  delight 
'Mong  us  in  sport  an'  in  revel, 

Pard,  y'u  offend  me.     Us  fight! 
W'y  du  y'u  think  thet  us  mortals 

Hev  no  h'art  ter  giv'  thanks 
Fer  th'  Almighty  abuv'  us  ? 

That,  pard,  is  out  o'  our  ranks. 


i32  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Yas,  we  guv'  thanks  in  these  regions, 

Fur  this  is  er  day  set  apart, 
In  w'ich  we  guv'  thanks  to  th'  Ruler, 

In  pra'ses  thet  cums  fr'm  th'  h'art, 
Wile  I'll  admit  we're  not  angels, 

Pard,  when  it  cums  to  th'  test, 
Way  out  here  in  th'  mines,  you'll 

Find  men  an'  men  o'  th'  best! 


OLD-TIMERS. 

THEY  call  us  "  Old-Timers,  jes  becaus' 

They  ses  we're  no  'count  an'  old, 
An'  thet  our  lives  hev  had  menny  flaws 

Since  first  we  went  'spectin'  fur  gold. 
Thet  war  way  back  thar.     Menny  a  year 

Hez  passed  o'er  this  world  o'  tears 
An'  menny  a  face  hev  we  seen  disappear 

Wi'  h'arts  thet  knew  nothin'  o'  fear. 

Frank,  y'u  remember,  they  called  y'u  "Comanche," 

An'  I  war  "Corduroy  Bill," 
Them  war  th'  names  we  got  on  th'  ranch 

When  herding  wi'  "Arazone  Phil." 
An'  Phil!    What  com'  of  him?    Bless  my  boots! 

Pard,  don't  y'u  rec'lect  thet  day 
When  we  pelted  it  to  th'  road-agent  galoots  ? 

Y'u  'member?    I've  no  more  to  say. 


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An'    then    thar    at    Shasta,    when    turning    the 

"keerds," 

Y'u  saw  "  Bluffin'  Hank  "  "  take  the  dust," 
When  "Rip-snorter    Pete"  jes    drawed   on   his 

beeds, 

Filled  wi'  pisen  an'  ready  to  bu'st. 
'Member     how     "Grubstake    George"     "pucka- 

cheed," 

An'  "  Jedge  Lynch  "  a-wanting  him  bad? 
When  "Long  Luke"  an'  his  gang  war  playin'  it 

"greed," 
An'  giving  th'  bes'  thet  they  had  ? 


Then  up  at  "Lone  Hand  "  whar  Ole  Salters  gal 

War  the  pride  o'  th'  kentry  around; 
An'  lovers!  great  Mos — hed  thousan's,  an'  wall, 

You  know  whar  she  sleeps  'neath  the  mound. 
An'  pard,  y'u  wuz  one  o*  th'  lovers  she  had, 

An'  th'  fav'rite  one  o'  th'  lot; 
"  Gold  Ned  "  wuz  one  also,  but  one  o'  th'  bad; 

Thet's  his  grave  over  thar,  is  it  not  ? 


But  why  ruminate  ?    We're  no  'count,  enyway; 

I  s'pose  soon  we'll  cross  th'  "  divide," 
I  wonder  will  we  be  "old-timers  "  then 

An'  no  good  on  thet  t'other  side? 
Wai,  I  opine  not,  for  I've  hearn  tell 

Ov  a  place  whar'  no  sinners  are  'lowed; 
An',  pardner,  jes'  shake,  it  a'int — wal, 

Y'u're  right,  an'  we'll  go  wi'  th'  crowd. 


134  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


DECEIVED. 

THE  stars  were  bright, 

The  stars  were  bright 
Upon  that  dear  November  night, 

When  in  my  glee 

I  came  to  thee; — 
O,  what  a  memory  comes  to  me! 

Your  loving  word, 

The  sweetest  heard, 
Fell  on  me  like  the  song  of  bird; 

And  I  believed; 

O,  I  have  grieved 
Since  that  fair  night  I  was  deceived! 

I  know  not  why 

I  did  not  die 
Beneath  that  fair  November  sky; 

But  only  this: 

A  passing  bliss 
Revealed  its  presence  in  a  kiss! 

An  endless  doom, 

A  life  of  gloom, 
In  future  years  will  ever  loom; 

You  ne'er  may  know 

The  fatal  blow 
You  gave  me  when  you  made  it  so. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  135 

To-day  your  heart 

Will  thrill  and  start, 
When  memories  that  will  not  part 

Come  to  your  eyes; 

Then  you  despise 
The  very  gates  of  Paradise. 

I  think,  sometimes, 

I  hear  the  chimes 
From  Satan's  unredeeming  climes, 

And  as  the  fire 

Leaps  higher,  higher, 
I  fall,  I  fall,  at  your  desire. 

But  there  is  One, 

A  precious  Son, 
Whose  love  will  see  fair  justice  done; 

In  Him,  a  friend 

Who  will  defend, 
I'll  trust  my  soul  unto  the  end. 

If  hell  has  birth 

Upon  this  earth, 
In  you  it  has  found  truest  worth; 

And  when  the  call 

Comes  for  us  all 
You'll  sink  in  Satan's  fiery  thrall! 


136  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


NO  OR  YES. 

WERE  I  to  answer  "No," 
Should  I  answer  you  to-night, 
Would  my  answer  be  a  blight 
On  your  life  of  love  and  light  ? 
Would  my  words  fall  as  a  pall, 
Casting  darkness  over  all, 
Sinking  you  in  misery's  thrall  ? 
Would  my  answer  be  a  spear 
To  destroy  your  gladness  here, 
Causing  you  to  stand  in  fear  ? 

Were  I  to  answer  "Yes," 
Would  your  soul  enraptured  be, 
Glad,  light-hearted,  gay  and  free, 
Banished  from  all  misery  ? 
Would  my  words  create  a  love 
That  would  ever  onward  move, 
'Till  it  shone  as  stars  above  ? 
Would  the  simple  word  contain 
Magic  pow'r  to  banish  pain, 
Bring  you  back  to  love  again  ? 

Dear  one,  listen  to  me,  then: 
You  are  mine  to  love  again. 
Were  I  now  to  answer  "  No," 
Could  you  stand  the  fearful  blow  ? 
But,  my  answer,  can  you  guess  ? 
"  Yes,"  my  loved  one,  it  is  Yes! 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  137 


LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Do  not  weep  for  me  dear  ones, 

For  I  am  happy  now; 
Altho'  my  earthly  pilgrimage 

Must  end — to  Him  I  bow. 
And  while  my  spirit  soars  away 

Unto  that  home  above, 
I  die  a  happy  Christian's  death, 

Within  the  arms  of  love. 

The  angels  beckon  me  to  come, 

And  "ready  "  I  respond; 
For  when  this  earth  will  fade  away 

I'll  view  that  one  beyond, 
Where  every  song  is  praises  sung 

Unto  the  king  above. 
I  die  a  happy  Christian's  death, 

Within  the  arms  of  love. 

The  bonds  of  earth  cannot  withstand 

The  summons  of  the  Lord; 
And  every  pain  must  cease  to  be 

Beneath  His  holy  word. 
For  care  and  toil  will  ne'er  appear 

In  that  bright  home  above. 
I  die  a  happy  Christian's  death 

Within  the  arms  of  love, 


138  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Without  a  sigh  I  pass  away 

Unto  that  home  beyond, 
Where  dear  loved  ones  await  my  step, 

With  yearnings  true  and  fond. 
And  I  will  pray  that  you  may  join 

Me  in  that  home  above; 
And  die  a  happy  Christian's  death 

Within  the  arms  of  love. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  139 


FALSE, 

OR   THE   BROKEN   PROMISE. 

At  the  beginning  of  the  late  war  between  the  North  and 
South,  there  lived  in  Memphis  a  young  man.  He  was  engaged 
to  a  young  lady  to  whom  he  was  deeply  attached.  When  the 
men  were  summoned  to  duty,  he,  with  the  many  thousand 
heroes,  joined  the  Confederate  troops  in  fighting  for  their 
homes.  A  few  hours  before  joining  his  company,  he  went  to 
bid  his  sweetheart  good-bye,  perhaps  forever.  In  loving  words 
each  plighted  to  the  other  eternal  constancy,  and  the  last  words 
spoken  at  the  parting,  were  these,  from  the  young  lady:  "  Go, 
if  duty  calls.  I  will  wait  and  pray  for  your  early  return." 
They  parted.  He  joined  his  company,  served  with  distinction 
through  the  dreary  years  of  war,  and  longed  for  the  day  when 
he  could  return  to  his  loved  one  at  home.  That  day  came  and 
he  reached  home  only  to  find  her  wedded  to  another.  He  lived 
to  be  an  old  man,  but  was  never  married.  In  substance  I 
give  his  feelings  in  the  following  poem: 

THEY  ask  me  why  I  don't  get  married,  why  I  lead 

this  lonely  life, 
And  they  want  to  know  the  reason  that  I  do  not 

claim  a  wife; 
Passing  years  of  life  in  sorrow,  when  they  say  I 

could  be  blessed 
With  a  darling  wife  to  comfort,  and  to  give  my 

heart  sweet  rest. 
Ah,  the  world  is  vain  and  pulseless,  and  why  do 

they  want  to  know  ? 
Do  they  suffer  when  I  suffer,  believing  life  to  be  a 

show? 


140  LOOKING  BEYOND. 

Can  they  feel  the  sad  condition  of  the  heart  that  in 

me  beats  ? 
I  have  mingled  with  life's  pleasures,  I  have  tasted 

of  its  sweets! 
Can  they  dream  of  the  hours  of  longing  that  I've 

spent  in  past  years, 
When  the  world  was  full  of  pleasure,  and  I  knew 

not  sigh  nor  tears  ? 
Can  they  know  a  heart's  delighting  when  it  thrills 

with  pleasure's  touch  ? 
If  they  can,  then  they  can  pity  one  who  has  loved, 

loved  too  much! 


Once  I  was  as  gay  and  happy 

As  a  mortal  could  have  been; 
Life  was  a  continual  pleasure, 

Day  and  Night  a  lovely  scene. 
Never  knew  I  care  nor  sorrow; 

Naught  to  mar  the  dream  of  life; 
Then  I  wooed  a  little  darling, 

Whom  I  thought  to  claim  as  wife. 


Yes,  I  loved  her  just  as  truly 

As  the  flow'rs  the  dew  of  morn, 
And  her  every  wish  was  gladness, 

To  my  heart  with  pleasure  born. 
Sleeping,  waking,  ever  thinking 

Of  the  one  so  dear  to  me; 
Longing  for  her  presence  only 

Filled  my  heart  with  joy  and  glee. 


LOOKING  &EYOND.  141 

Fleetly  passed  the  days.    All  pleasure 

Was  this  dreary  world  to  me. 
And  the  songs  of  angel's  singing 

Swelled  the  chorus  sweet  and  free. 
Often  when  the  shadows  falling 

O'er  the  earth  at  close  of  day, 
Would  we  ramble  in  the  twilight, 

Saying  all  that  lovers  say. 

And  we  plighted  to  each  other, 

With  the  sweetest  loving  words, 
That  our  very  hearts  seemed  beating 

To  the  chorus  of  the  birds. 
How  I  loved  her!    She  returning 

All  my  love  so  fervent,  true; 
And  the  vision  of  the  future 

Brought  a  happy  home  to  view. 

Thus  life  went,  till  one  bright  morning 

Rose  the  nations  into  war, 
And  I  went  to  join  the  many 

Heroes  neath  the  "  Southern  star." 
How  my  heart  did  swell  in  sadness 

When  I  knew  that  we  must  part! 
She  whom  I  had  loved  so  truly, 

Reigned  the  idol  of  my  heart. 

Well,  we  parted,  and  her  promise 
That  we  sealed  with  lover's  kiss 

Made  the  parting  to  me  lighter, 
Wrapt  my  soul  in  gladsome  bliss. 


f42  LOOKING  BEYONti. 

And  I  went  into  the  battles 
With  a  courage  firm  and  true; 

Thinking  of  my  darling  ever, 
With  her  loving  face  in  view. 

When  amid  the  dead  and  dying, 

With  the  life  blood  ebbing  round, 
Tramping  o'er  the  lifeless  bodies 

That  had  fallen  to  the  ground. 
Wounded,  bleeding,  ever  thinking 

Of  the  loved  one  far  away; 
Longing  for  the  day  returning, 

When  I'd  claim  her  mine  for  aye. 

Through  the  smoke  of  musty  cannons, 

Through  the  rattling  shot  and  shells, 
How  we  fought  the  battles  bravely 

You  all  know,  for  hist'ry  tells. 
Till  at  last  forced  to  surrender 

On  the  Appomattox  field, 
Ending  all  the  years  of  sadness, 

General  Lee  to  Grant  did  yield. 

Then  I  started  on  my  journey 

To  my  loved  home  I  returned; 
To  the  dear  one  there  awaiting 

Who,  I  thought  my  presence  yearned. 
But  alas!  the  disappointment 

To  a  loving,  trusting  heart; 
When  I  found  that  she  had  married 

Then  my  sorrows  had  their  start. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  143 

And  you  ask  me  why  I'm  single, 

Why  I  do  not  claim  a  wife; 
Do  you  know  the  true  condition 

Of  a  heart  pierced  by  a  knife  ? 
Can  imagination  picture 

To  your  heart  the  misery 
When  a  loved  one  proves  deceiving  ? 

Oh,  I  trust  it  cannot  be. 

She  was  false  to  every  promise; 

Every  word  a  fleeting  jest. 
Had  I  known  the  situation 

Death  had  been  a  welcome  guest. 
I  may  spend  my  life  in  sorrow, 

Hers  may  be  a  dream  of  peace; 
But  I  pray  she  will  be  happy, 

From  all  sorrows  have  release. 


144  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


A  LITTLE  GIRL. 


A  LITTLE  girl, 

A  precious  pearl, 
Sits  on  my  lap — a  tiny  curl 

Against  my  face; 

A  light  of  grace 
Beams  from  her  sweet  and  loving  face. 

I  draw  her  near, 

With  love  sincere, 
This  little  girl  whom  I  revere; 

What  joy  can  be 

More  dear  to  me 
Than  when  her  countenance  I  see  ? 

Her  pretty  smiles 

My  heart  beguiles, 
I  bask  in  her  entrancing  wiles 

In  her  I  see 

Humility, 
And  every  charm  beloved  by  me. 


But  beauties  fade, 

And  love's  decayed, 
For  her  dear  smile  has  from  me  strayed; 

They  tell  me  now 

As  low  I  bow, 
And  live — although  I  can't  tell  how — 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  145 

This  little  girl— 

My  precious  pearl, 
Has  been  engulfed  within  the  whirl 

Of  folly's  sin, 

That  enters  in 
The  soul,  and  blots  "what  might  have  been." 

O  Savior!  hear 

My  plaint  sincere, 
And  drop  upon  her  life  a  tear, 

That  she  may  see 

The  way  to  Thee, 
To  dwell  through  all  eternity! 

In  Thy  sweet  love, 

Look  from  above, 
From  her  sin's  barrier  remove, 

That  she  may  know 

The  path  to  go 
To  realms  of  joy  unknown  below. 


146  LOOKING  BEYOND. 


GREETING  TO  THE  A.  A.  W. 


OH  sisters!  join  the  glorious,  happy  throng, 
Of  progress  bearing  onward  to  the  sky! 

Love  and  truth,  embalmed  in  sweetest  song, 
Will  lead  the  way  to  heavenly  thrones  on  high. 

n. 

The  mighty  vans  that  onward  swell  and  surge, 
For  the  dawn  of  a  "  brighter  day  "  to  come, 

Are  drifting  ever  forward  to  the  verge 
Of  earthly  casement  to  a  heavenly  home. 

in. 

The  king  of  all  upon  his  gilded  throne, 
Gave  us  this  "  land  of  liberty  "  as  ours, 

To  make  of  earth  a  dwelling  place  alone, 
Which  leads  to  sweet  content  and  happy  hours. 


IV. 


Together  we  have  climbed  the  hills  of  time, 
Step  by  step  and  side  by  side  we  stride, 

Woman!  mankinds  purest  gem  sublime, 
Is  man's  equal  too,  as  well  as  bride. 


LOOKING  BEYOND.  14? 

V. 

Outstretched  hands  are  given  to  us  here, 
From  homes  of  the  distant  northern  clime, 

To  strengthen  us  and  make  our  hearts  sincere, 
And  souls  unite  in  friendship's  purest  chime. 

VI. 

When  you've  departed  from  us  one  by  one, 
Tho'  absent  t'will  awake  our  hearts  delight; 

To  the  melody  of  being  here  alone, 

"Womanhood  "  will  be  our  emblem  bright. 

VII. 

From  the  land  of  the  southland  evermore, 

Joyful  hearts  will  ever  sing  your  praise, 
Give  you  welcome,  "sisters,"  to  our  shore, 
Enshrine  your  name,  your  lives,  in  sweetest 
lays. 

FLORA  CLARK  HUNTINGTON. 


IN  MEMORIAM. 


IN  MEMORIAM. 

Recited  by  Miss  Florence  Schloss  at  the  Pythian  Rest,  Mem 
phis,  Tenn.,  on  Decoration  Day. 

BENEATH  your  mounds,  O  Pythian  Knights, 

Forevermore! 

You've  entered  in  that  sacred  sleep 
Where  eyes  are  never  known  to  weep; 
Where  all  the  trials  are  laid  aside, 
And  blessed  rest  and  peace  abide; 
Where  eyes  behold  sweet  sacred  lights 
Loom  up  before. 

The  tears  of  love  are  yours  to-day, 

And  evermore! 

Our  hearts  are  with  you  in  your  rest; 
Your  lives  have  grandly  stood  the  test 
Of  friendship  pure  and  Charity 
And  every  act  of  loyalty. 
Our  love  will  never  fade  away 
'Till  life  is  o'er. 

Now  numbered  'mong  the  silent  dead, 

Your  mem'ry  green! 
And  it  will  ever  be  a  part 
Of  Pythian  love  in  Pythian  heart, 
To  honor  you  with  words  of  praise 
O  noble  brothers.     Future  days 
We'll  follow  where  your  path  has  led 
Tho'  now  unseen. 


152  IN  MEMORIAM. 

The  world  is  better  for  your  lives, 

They  gleam  to-day, 
True  monuments  to  honest  worth; 
And  every  noble  deed  had  birth 
Within  your  hearts.     Can  we  forget 
Your  words  so  sweet  that  linger  yet, 
Like  carolling  of  bird  that  strives 
In  sweetest  lay  ? 

It  may  be  that  your  eyes  behold 
From  there  above, 

Your  noble  brothers  gathered  'round 
With  reverance  for  every  mound 
Within  the  sacred  Pythian  Rest; 
While  sorrow  lives  in  every  breast, 
And  every  member  of  our  fold 
Reveres  your  love. 

Sleep  on!    The  storms  of  life  can  ne'er 

Disturb  your  rest; 

We  love  you,  and  above  your  tomb 
The  sweetest  flowers  will  ever  bloom. 
No  love  is  more  enduring  than 
The  pure  affection  of  brave  men, 
Extended  to  you  true,  sincere, 
Loyal,  best! 

We  come  with  hearts  of  grief  and  stand 

Above  your  graves; 
Your  spirits  tell  us  be  of  cheer, 
And  at  your  mounds  we  banish  fear; 
Nor  can  the  thoughts  of  earth  erase 
From  out  our  hearts  each  loving  face, 
While  yet  our  banner  nobly  grand, 
So  proudly  waves, 


IN  MEMORIAM. 

An  emblem  of  eternal  love, 

The  Pythian  Knight! 
True  to  every  noble  trust 
Your  works  still  live,  tho'  now  in  dust 
From  whence  you  came,  you  sweetly  rest 
The  mark  of  honor  your  behest; 
Look  down  from  your  bright  home  above 
Upon  the  sight! 

There  is  no  death  eternal.     Hearts 

Will  meet  again! 

When  all  the  sorrows  of  the  world 
Are  laid  in  dust,  and  grand,  unfurled, 
Our  banner  gathers  in  the  fold 
Of  friendship,  dearer  far  than  gold, 
The  feeling  that  true  love  imparts 
Supreme  will  reign. 

In  peaceful  sleep,  O  brothers  true, 

Your  life  work  o'er; 
Your  lives  have  taught  us  to  be  true, 
And  we  have  only  praise  for  you; 
Your  fame  is  lasting,  and  we  know 
That  at  the  summons  soft  and  low, 
We'll  weep  no  more,  and  meet  with  you 
Upon  that  shore. 


154  fN  MEMORtAM. 


ANGELO  MONTEVERDE. 

DIED  SEPTEMBER  4,    1885,    AGED  55   YEARS. 

WE  weep  because  he's  dead,  but  why  ? 

Can  sorrow  conquer  death  ? 
Will  mortal's  saddest,  bitterest,  sigh 

Recall  to  him  his  breath  ? 
Ah  no,  poor  suffering  weary  heart, 

We  cannot  call  him  here; 
Our  grief  will  not  to  him  impart 

The  feeling  of  each  tear. 

Yes,  he  is  dead;  the  summons  fell 

Upon  his  waiting  ear, 
And  the  angel's  tolling  bell 

Was  music  sweet  to  hear; 
And  as  he  lay  in  mortal  pain 

We  knew  the  time  had  come, — 
That  our  loss  was  heaven's  gain, 

And  he  was  going  home. 

Cold  Death,  a  bitter  blow  you  sent 

To  kind  and  loving  hearts; 
Before  you  prouder  souls  have  bent, 

Your  name  a  terror  starts! 
And  as  we  kneel  in  prayer  to-day 

We  pray  to  Him  above 
That  He  will  show  to  us  the  way 

To  join  him  there  in  love. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  155 

Soon  the  time  will  come  when  we 

Shall  hear  the  angels  call, 
When  through  the  darkness  we  shall  see 

The  power  that  ruleth  all; 
Then  we  shall  know  and  understand 

That  all  is  for  the  best; 
That  even  Death's  cold,  merciless,  hand 

Can  give  to  us  sweet  rest. 

A  father  true  he  was  in  life, 

And  death  cannot  divide 
The  loving  hearts,  a  faithful  wife 

And  children  at  her  side. 
Tho*  tears  cannot  recall  him  now, 

We  shall  meet  him  again, 
When  to  the  summons  we  shall  bow 

And  leave  this  world  of  pain. 


156  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  CAROLINE  MONTEVERDE. 

DEPARTED  THIS   LIFE  MAY   19,    1892. 

TO   HER    BELOVED    AND    BEREAVED    CHILDREN,  TO    WHOM   SHE 
WAS  THE   DEAREST  AND   TRUEST  OF  MOTHERS,   THE  FOL 
LOWING   POEM   IS  LOVINGLY  DEDICATED. 

OVER  all  the  joyous  moments 

That  we  passed  with  mother  dear, 
When  her  every  smile  was  pleasure 

And  her  every  word  sincere, 
Comes  the  hand  of  Death,  and  plucking 

Our  sweet  flow'r,  bears  her  away 
To  that  land  of  song  and  praises, 

Where  doth  reign  eternal  day. 


O,  how  deep  the  heart  must  suffer 

When  a  loved  one  fades  away, 
And  the  voice  of  love  is  silenced. 

We  can  only  weep  and  say: 
Darling  mother,  gone  forever, 

Look  down  from  your  home  above, 
See  your  children  here  in  sorrow, 

Give  to  us  your  holy  love. 

Mother  dear,  your  memory  never 
Can  be  taken  from  our  hearts; 

Every  loving  word  you  gave  us 
E'er  will  linger,  ne'er  departs. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  157 

We  cannot  forget  our  mother, 

Tho"  we  never  more  can  see 
Mother's  love  in  every  action, 

She  will  live  in  memory. 

Happy  in  that  home  above  us, 

We  would  not  recall  you  here, 
Where  the  trials  and  the  sorrows 

Change  our  happiness  to  tears. 
We  would  long  to  greet  you,  mother, 

But  we'll  suffer  here  awhile, 
Till  you  hear  the  angels  calling 

And  you  clasp  us  with  a  smile. 

Then  how  glad  will  be  the  meeting, 

There  with  father  gone  before, 
Who  awaited  you  with  loving 

Arms  outstretched,  upon  that  shore. 
Father,  mother,  children,  happy, 

Reunited  in  that  love, 
Purer  than  the  love  of  mortals, 

In  His  kingdom  there  above. 


158  IN  MEMORIAM. 


CHARLES  GUSMANI. 

DIED  DECEMBER   2O,    1891,   AGE   60   YEARS. 

As  fall  the  leaves  at  winter's  blast, 

So  do  our  hopes  depart, 
And  every  joyous  happy  scene 

Is  driven  from  the  heart; 
When  smiles  that  we  have  longed  to  see, 

And  voices  that  we  love 
Are  taken  from  us,  we  must  bow 

Unto  the  king  above. 

'Tis  hard  to  give  a  dear  one  up 

When  many  years  have  passed 
So  joyously,  and  love  has  reigned. 

O  hearts  that  now  o'ercast 
With  sorrow's  touch,  look  ye  above 

And  bless  His  holy  name. 
Tho'  he  has  left  you  here  in  tears, 

True  hearts  with  you  remain. 

His  years  were  many,  and  the  hand 

That  labored  here  for  you, 
Tho'  now  in  death  is  cold  and  still, 

Rests  on  a  heart  as  true 
As  ever  beat  within  a  breast. 

Weep  consolation's  tear 
In  knowing  that  the  one  you  love 

Was  ever  true  and  dear. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  159 

Dear  hearts,  I  would  not  ask  you  now 

To  banish  sorrow's  tears  away, 
For  they  are  balms  to  soothe  the  pain 

That  bides  with  you  to-day. 
And  to  the  weeping  one  whose  life's 

Bereft  of  husband  evermore, 
I'd  point  to  loving  children  'round 

Until  this  life  is  o'er. 

'Tis  ever  thus,  those  that  we  love 

Are  those  that  soon  depart; 
And  while  in  sorrow  here  you  weep, 

And  saddened  is  your  heart, 
Do  not  despair,  but  look  above 

Where  rules  the  King  of  all; 
And  you  shall  join  the  loved  one  there, 

When  comes  the  angel's  call. 

Then  "Father  "  shall  be  whispered  low 

From  lips  of  children  dear; 
And  "Husband "  falls  from  the  lips  of  love 

That  ever  were  sincere. 
And  all  our  pain  will  disappear, 

When  reunited  there 
In  peace  and  love  forevermore, 

In  happiness  and  prayer. 


160  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  LEONORA  JOHNSON  LORY. 

DIED  DECEMBER   19,    1887,   AGE   21   YEARS. 

NOT  yet  a  year  has  passed  away 

Since  on  that  bright  and  happy  day 

She  stood  a  loving,  trusting,  bride 

With  her  dear  husband  at  her  side. 

What  were  her  thoughts  on  that  bright  day  ? 

Ah,  what  if  spoken  would  they  say  ? 

"  My  happiness  is  now  complete, 

And  life  to  me  will  e'er  be  sweet; 

For  I  have  won  the  loving  heart 

That  will  be  mine  till  death  us  part. 

Tho'  life  be  marred  by  bitter  pain, 

My  pleading  will  not  be  in  vain." 

Ah,  trusting  heart!  This  life  is  ours 
To  live  a  day, — then  like  the  flowers 
Wither  and  die.     Who  would  have  said 
That  in  a  year  she  would  be  dead  ? 
She  whose  heart  was  always  true 
Should  fade  and  disappear  from  view 
And  leave  her  dear  ones  here  to  weep  ? 
Can  memory  a  vision  keep  ? 
Yes,  we  can  see  her  as  she  stood 
An  emblem  of  true  womanhood; 
And  see  the  smiles  upon  her  face 
^earning  with  a  heavenly  grac$. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  161 

What  of  the  fond  and  loving  hearts 
That  crushed  and  sad  play  but  their  parts 
To  live  alone  ?    What  sympathy  can  give 
New  life  and  cause  again  to  live 
The  hopes  that  once  gleamed  as  bright 
As  any  silvery  star  of  night  ? 
Ah,  such  is  life!  Each  mortal  feels 
The  sorrow  that  grim  death  reveals. 
No  tender  words  can  soothe  the  grief, 
And  only  death  can  give  relief. 
But  sweet  the  promise  to  us  given, 
That  we  may  meet  again  in  heaven. 


162  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  MARGARET   KLAFFKI. 

DIED  JULY  6,    1888,    AGE  58  YEARS. 

THEY  say  that  she  is  dead.    To-day 

In  Elmwood  dear  she  lies 
In  peaceful  sleep  of  happiness 

Beneath  the  summer  skies. 
Just  like  the  flow'r  that  winter's  cold 

Back  to  the  earth  has  lain, 
She,  like  the  flow'r  shall  rest  awhile 

Then  be  with  us  again. 

Gone  to  her  rest!  Oh  happy  thought, 

That  to  the  world  is  given, 
When  toil  and  labors  here  are  o'er, 

To  make  our  home  in  heaven. 
Dear  hearts  will  miss  her  here  on  earth 

And  long  to  see  her  face, 
While  she  is  waiting  up  above 

In  prayer  and  holy  grace. 

But  should  we  weep  that  it  is  so  ? 

Would  we  recall  her  here  ? 
Reclaim  her  for  this  world  of  tears 

Of  sorrow  and  of  fear  ? 
Kind  hearts,  just  think  the  many  deeds 

Of  goodness  she  has  done; 
Has  she  not  well  her  part  fulfilled 

To  the  most  Holy  One  ? 


IN  MEMORIAM.  163 

So  let  her  rest!  'Tis  well  deserved; 

For  she  has  spent  a  life 
Which  shall  shine  forth  a  model  to 

Each  mother,  sister,  wife. 
And  when  on  scroll  of  justice  stamped 

The  holy  angel  reads, 
These  words  shall  fall,  "  she  led  a  life 

Composed  of  noble  deeds." 


164  IN  MEMORIAM. 


JOHN  AND  LOUIS  SOHM. 

Is  Louis  dead  ?    Has  Johnny  flown  ? 

Ah,  yes,  sad  hearts,  it  is  but  true; 
To  heaven  their  angel  souls  have  gone, 

To  rest  and  make  a  home  for  you; 
They  watch  and  wait  that  day  to  come 
When  you  will  join  them  in  their  home. 

Yes,  Louis  is  dead!   He  rests  above, 
And  waits  for  us  to  join  him  there, 

Where  all  is  happiness  and  love, 
And  where  all  sorrows  disappear; 

His  life  was  short — the  call  was  given 

That  gave  to  him  a  home  in  heaven. 

And  Johnny,  too,  has  passed  away, 
And  left  us  here  to  weep  alone; 

He  waits  the  coming  of  that  day 
When  we  are  summoned  to  His  throne, 

Where  all  is  joy  and  happiness, 

And  where  we  live  our  King  to  bless. 


IN  MEMOR1AM.  165 


JOSEPH  SCHLOSS. 

DIED   IN  MEMPHIS  JANUARY  8,    1893. 

THE  summer  of  his  life  had  passed 

And  Winter's  hoary  hand 
Had  laid  his  fingers  on  his  head, 

And  with  its  power  grand 
Had  placed  the  weight  of  years  upon 

The  loving  form  of  him 
Whom  now  we  mourn,  whose  memory 

Will  never  fade  nor  dim. 

His  step  has  vanished,  and  alone 

We  walk  the  path  of  life; 
A  sorrow  has  come  to  our  home 

That  knew  not  pain  nor  strife; 
The  loving  hand  that  guided  us 

Our  youthful  days  along 
Is  silent  in  the  sleep  of  death 

Among  that  holy  throng. 

O,  dear  one,  we  in  fancy  see 

The  days  of  long  ago, 
When  'neath  your  care  we  never  knew 

The  world's  despair  aud  woe; 
When  every  scene  was  happiness, 

And  every  joy  supreme 
Came  to  us,  in  your  loving  care, 

As  pleasant  as  a  dream. 


166  IN  MEMORIAM. 

O,  years  that  wafted  in  between, 

Whose  memories  we  claim! 
We  humble  'neath  your  mighty  power, 

For  life  is  not  the  same; 
We  see  our  father  bent  in  age, 

His  hair  has  turned  to  gray; 
His  life  so  good  and  pure,  has  now 

Passed  from  our  sight  away. 

We  know  he  looks  from  there  above 

Upon  his  loved  ones  here, 
And  knows  his  children  here  on  earth 

Do  still  his  love  revere; 
And  while  the  angel  Death  has  come 

And  taken  him  away, 
His  memory  will  abide  with  us, 

Within  our  hearts  for  aye. 


IN  MEMOR1AM.  167 


MARY  A.  HEIN. 

DIED  AUGUST   l6,    l886. 

WE  weep  for  a  loved  one  who  has  now  departed, 

Who  with  her  bright  smiles  gave  cheer  to  our 

home; 
Whose  sweet  disposition  has  ever  imparted 

A  feeling  of  love,  and  of  pleasure  to  come. 
And  now  in  the  midst  of  life's  early  splendor, 

The  summons  is  given  through  angel's  above, 
By  whom  she  is  borne  with  hands  meek  and  tender, 

To  that  realm  of  peace,  joy,  and  of  love. 

Out  of  our  home  our  Mary  has  vanished, 

And  left  us  to  weep  in  this  cold  world  of  pain; 
But  ne'er  from  our  hearts  will  her  memory  be  ban 
ished, 

Tho'  our  call  for  her  coming  will  all  be  in  vain. 
She  left  us  to  mourn, — but  why  should  the  weary 

And  desolate  heart  recall  her  again  ? 
Tho'  home  without  her  will  ever  be  dreary, 

We  know  that  in  heaven  she's  free  from  all  pain. 

Up  'mong  the  angels,  she  prays  us  to  meet  her, 

With  father  and  mother  who  waited  her  there; 
When  death  shall  claim  us,  we'll  hasten  to  greet  her 

In  that  land  of  the  angels,  and  beauty  so  fair. 
To  brothers  and  sisters  who  weep  here  in  sorrow 

And  mourn  o'er  the  absence  of  one  ever  dear, 
She  beckons  them  o'er  to  a  glimpse  of  the  morrow, 

Where  care  is  unknown,  and  pain  and  the  tear. 


168  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  CLARA  P.  UHL. 

DIED  OCTOBER  6,    1890,    AGED  33   YEARS. 

As  the  soft  winds  of  the  Summer 

Disappear  at  Winter's  breath, 
So  the  voices  of  our  loved  ones 

Are  silenced  by  th'  hand  of  Death; 
And  as  the  soft  winds  will  return 

At  Summer's  happy  reign, 
So  we  shall  meet  with  them  we  love, 

And  live  in  joy  again. 

Mayhap,  in  looking  o'er  the  past, 

When  happiness  supreme 
Reigned  in  your  home,  and  at  her  side 

This  life  was  but  a  dream, 
You  catch  the  whisper  of  her  voice, 

Or  touch  the  hand  so  true, 
Oh,  then  rejoice,  for  she  above, 

Doth  wait  and  watch  for  you. 

Dear  heart!  We  miss  her  for  awhile, 

Her  place  is  vacant  now; 
And  she  has  answered  to  God's  call; 

Before  His  word  we  bow. 
But  on  that  glorious  day,  when  all 

This  weary  toil  is  o'er, 
We'll  meet  again  with  her  we  loved, 

To  be  apart  no  more. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  169 

This  life  is  but  a  dream  at  best, 

Earth's  pleasures  cannot  last; 
The  flow'rs  that  bloom  at  morning's  dawn 

Must  fade.     Thoughts  of  the  past 
May  bring  them  into  life  again, 

And  still  in  mem'ry  they  may  live; 
But  they  are  dead!    To  Him  we  look, 

For  consolations  He  can  give. 

If  tears  could  only  faintly  tell 

The  depth  of  our  despair, 
Would  they  not  call  our  loved  ones  back 

To  this  sad  world  of  care  ? 
Then  do  not  weep.    In  realms  of  joy, 

She  waits  to  greet  you  there; 
To  live  in  love  forevermore, 

In  happiness  and  pray'r. 

Amid  that  happy  band  above 

She  has  prepared  a  home, 
Where,  at  the  angels'  summons,  she 

Will  wait  for  you  to  come. 
And  then  the  life  you  lived  on  earth 

Touched  by  the  wand  of  peace, 
Shall  be  renewed  in  love  and  joy, 

To  never,  never  cease. 


170  IN  MEMORIAM. 

FERDINAND  SOHM. 

DIED  AUGUST  29,    1890,    AGED   72   YEARS. 

How  sad  it  is  to  think  that  he  is  dead, 

That  he  will  never  answer  to  our  call ; 
That  all  the  joy  his  presence  on  us  shed 

Must  fade  in  darkness,  covered  by  a  pall. 
That  never  more  his  kindly  voice  to  hear 

When  to  our  home  we  go  from  daily  toil; 
That  e'en  the  face  we  loved  must  disappear 

From  this  sad  world  of  sorrow  and  turmoil. 

Could  we  again  recall  those  happy  days, 

When  we,  as  children,  stood  beside  his  knee, 
And  listened,  as  with  voice  of  melodies 

He  told  us  of  the  things  that  used  to  be; 
And  pictured  to  us  scenes  that  future  years 

Must  call  into  the  life  of  every  one; 
Ah,  then  our  hearts  were  free  from  cares  and  fears, 

And  life  as  bright  as  morning's  glorious  sun. 

The  lands  that  welcomed  him  in  youthful  days 

Are  still  the  same  beneath  the  azure  skies; 
The  scenes  on  which  he  always  loved  to  gaze 

Are  sleeping  'neath  the  wind's  soft  lullabys; 
The  little  birds  are  carolling  their  song, 

As  if  in  fancy  he^was  list'ning  still 
To  their  soft  music,  sweetly  borne  along 

Upon  the  air,  the  pulse  and  heart  to  thrill. 


IN  MEMO  R I  AM.  171 

Of  what  avail  are  all  our  pictured  dreams 

When  death  must  cast  the  pall  of  darkness  o'er; 
When  years  roll  on  like  little  pebbled  streams 

And  take  our  loved  ones  to  that  happy  shore. 
The  heart  must  droop  in  sadness  when  the  hand 

Of  Death  is  placed  upon  the  loving  form 
Of  one  we  love.    They  say  that  death  is  grand, 

That  it  will  calm  all  misery  in  life's  storm. 

And  we  will  believe.    The  Savior  up  above 

Has  taken  from  our  side  our  father's  face, 
And  in  His  majesty  and  holy  love 

Has  summoned  him  to  heaven,  where  in  grace 
He  waits  for  us  to  join  him;  nevermore 

To  know  the  pangs  of  parting,  and  to  live 
Amid  the  lands  where  holy  angels  soar, 

Enjoying  bliss  that  heaven  alone  can  give. 


172  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  TILLIE  DESCALSO. 

THEY  say  that  when  a  flower  fades, 

E'en  tho'  its  beauty's  gone, 
There  still  remains  a  sweetness  there 

That  it  will  ever  own. 
So  when  a  dear  one  fades  away 

And  passes  from  our  sight, 
There  still  remains  the  memory, 

Which  will  be  ever  bright. 

The  shadows  early  fall  upon 

Her  merry-hearted  life; 
The  spirit  that  was  ever  glad 

Was  dim'd  and  fill'd  with  strife; 
The  summons  came,  on  wings  of  peace 

Her  spirit  took  its  flight 
Unto  that  home  of  Holy  Rest, 

Where  He  is  ever  light. 

We  see  her  now,  as  when  in  life 

We  heard  her  merry  voice, 
Which,  always  full  of  gladness,  bade 

Our  weary  heart  rejoice; 
And  tho'  she  sleeps  forevermore, 

The  mem'ry  of  her  face 
Will  ever  hold  within  our  heart 

A  dear  and  loving  place. 


IN  MEMOR1AM.  173 

Sleep  on,  dear  one!    Above  your  grave 

The  flow'rs  will  ever  bloom; 
And  they  will  be  as  silent  friends 

To  you  within  your  tomb. 
As  silent  friends  above  the  mound, 

That  holds  in  its  embrace 
The  form  of  her  we  dearly  loved, 

Whose  spirit  lives  in  grace. 

Farewell!  It  will  not  be  for  aye, 

The  call  for  us  will  come, 
When  we  will  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Within  your  heavenly  home; 
Tho'  tears  cannot  recall  you  now, 

Nor  free  us  from  this  pain, 
We  live  and  know  that  we  will  soon 

Be  with  you  once  again! 


174  IN  MEMOR1AM. 


WILLIAM  GREHAN. 

DIED  AUGUST  24,    1891.   AGED  38  YEARS. 

O'ER  us  comes  a  dream  of  sorrow 

When  we  think  that  he  is  dead; 
And  we  view  again  in  mem'ry 

Scenes  in  which  he  oft  has  led 
When  he  stood  a  man  among  us 

Ever  ready  for  the  task; 
He  has  been  our  friend  and  comrade, 

Do  we  love  him  ?    Can  you  ask  ? 

As  we  looked  upon  him  resting 

In  that  last  eternal  sleep, 
Do  you  blame  us  when  we  tell  you 

That  we  could  not  help  but  weep  ? 
And  the  mem'ry  of  him  living, 

And  his  friendships  to  us  all 
Touched  the  heart  of  every  mourner 

Gathered  at  his  funeral  pall. 

There  is  something  sweet  in  knowing 

That  grim  death  does  not  erase 
From  our  broken  earthly  record 

Every  feature  of  our  face; 
And,  tho'  dead,  we're  not  forgotten, 

Tho'  the  years  may  pass  away; 
There  are  hearts  that  still  remember, 

Memories  that  live  for  aye. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  175 

O  the  hearts  that  live  in  sorrow! 

You  will  meet  him  once  again 
When  your  sands  on  earth  are  ended 

You  will  not  appeal  in  vain; 
Soon  the  summons  will  be  given, 

Calling  you  unto  his  side 
In  that  land  where  angels'  anthems 

Praise  the  Savior,  crucified. 

He  has  left  you  here  in  sorrow, 

But  the  sunbeams  will  return 
Bringing  you  the  consolation 

That  in  sadness  you  now  yearn; 
Let  him  rest,  while  you  in  prayer 

Kneel  unto  the  King  above; 
There  are  balms  for  every  sorrow 

When  the  source  of  all  is  love. 

Children,  do  not  weep  for  father, 

For  you  have  your  mother  here, 
And  her  heart  is  steeped  in  sadness 

For  the  one  she  loved  sincere; 
But  the  fate  of  every  mortal 

Is  to  feel  the  pain  of  love, 
And  the  gladness  will  be  greater 

Reunited  there  above. 


176  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  MARY  KELLY. 

DIED  JUNE  4,    1891,    AGED   21   YEARS. 

SHE  sleeps  beneath  a  mound  of  flow'rs 

In  Calvary's  sweet  embrace; 
The  little  birds  are  carolling 

Above  her  resting-place. 
Her  soul  within  that  holy  realm, 

Where  purest  angels  dwell, 
Looks  down  upon  our  sorrows  deep, 

Too  deep  for  tongue  to  tell. 

A  guardian  angel  of  our  band, 

Bereft  of  you,  we  feel 
The  sorrow  and  the  misery 

That  tears  cannot  conceal. 
And  to  the  heart  that  loved  you  most 

A  member  of  our  band, 
We  offer  love  and  sympathy, 

And  friendship  true  and  grand! 

O,  dear  one  rest!    We  miss  you  here, 

We  miss  your  friendly  call, 
Your  welcome  smile,  your  helping  hand 

Your  pleasant  word  for  all. 
And  now  when  gathered  are  our  ranks, 

Your  face  will  not  appear; 
But  we  still  hold  your  memory, 

Which  we  will  e'er  revere. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  177 

Your  life-work  done!    Can  we  forget 

How  oft  you  cheered  us  on, 
When  e'en  your  presence  seem'd  to  be 

As  hope  to  every  one. 
And  now  that  we  may  never  more 

Gaze  on  thy  face  so  dear, 
Still  we  can  pray  for  her  we  loved, 

With  hearts  true  and  sincere. 

Tho'  you  are  dead,  your  mem'ry  lives 

Within  our  hearts  for  aye; 
And  we  will  love  and  cherish  it 

Until  the  judgment  day, 
When  once  again  our  band  will  meet 

And  you,  dear  one,  will  be 
As  here  on  earth,  the  angel  guide 

For  all  eternity! 


178  IN  MEMOR1AM. 


ANDREW  MICHAEL  MANLY. 

DIED  FEBRUARY  7,    1892,    AGED  62  YEARS. 

O,  OUR  home  was  ever  happy 

'Neath  our  father's  tender  care 
Through  the  many  years  of  pleasure 

That  he  journeyed  with  us  here. 
And  his  heart  so  kind  and  loving, 

Banished  every  pain  away; 
Now  we  mourn  our  loving  father, 

Vanished  from  our  sight  for  aye. 

How  we  miss  you,  sweetest  parent! 

She  who  in  the  years  of  youth 
Pledged  her  life  and  love  unto  you, 

Found  your  words  the  words  of  truth. 
And  her  heart  is  filled  with  sorrow 

For  the  years  have  fleetly  passed 
That  were  spent  so  happy  with  you, 

Happiness  that  could  not  last. 

You  have  vanished,  darling  father, 

From  our  longing,  loving  view, 
Still  our  hearts  are  ever  twining 

Sweetest  memories  of  you. 
Tho'  the  days  are  dark  and  gloomy, 

And  the  thorns  of  life  appear 
In  our  pathway,  we  are  hoping, 

For  we  know  that  you  are  near. 


IN  MEMOR1AM.  179 

Yes,  we  know  that  up  above  us 

Where  the  sweetest  songs  of  praise 
Rise  in  peans  to  the  maker, 

You  are  living  happy  days. 
And  you  kneel  unto  the  Savior, 

Waiting  for  our  coming  there 
When  the  angels'  call  is  given, 

To  rejoin  you,  free  from  care. 

Then  your  lips  shall  whisper  loving 

Names  of  wife  and  children  dear, 
And  the  earthly  trials,  and  sorrows 

From  our  path  will  disappear. 
And  all  happy,  reunited, 

Gathered  'round  the  throne  of  grace 
We  shall  live  for  years  immortal, 

You  shall  see  each  loving  face. 


i§o  IN  MEMO RI AM. 


LITTLE  ANNIE  STREHL. 

THE  shades  of  night  have  fallen, 
And  heaven  has  claimed  its  own 

And  called  our  little  Annie 
To  the  Almighty  throne. 

Our  hearts  are  draped  in  mourning 
With  grief  for  one  now  gone, 

One  we  loved  most  dearly, 
Who  has  left  us  here  alone. 

We  miss  you,  darling  Annie, 
Your  place  is  vacant,  dear; 

The  smile  that  used  to  gladden 
And  fill  us  with  good  cheer. 

No  more  we  see,  and  passing 

Mournfully  through  life, 
We  wait  for  that  grand  coming 

When  o'er  will  be  all  strife. 

Then  we  will  come  and  meet  you 
In  your  bright  home  above, 

No  more  to  part  but  ever 
To  live  in  peace  and  love. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  181 

CATHERINE  DELANEY. 

DIED  SEPTEMBER    I,    1892. 

'MIDST  the  happiness. and  pleasure 

Of  the  truest  joy  and  love, 
Fall  the  angels'  summons  calling 

Our  dear  mother  up  above; 
And  the  happiness  that  lingered 

In  our  house  for  many  years, 
All  has  vanished  in  her  absence, 

And  we  live  alone  in  tears. 

Never  will  the  world  seem  brighter 

Than  her  presence  made  it  seem; 
Never  will  her  voice  of  kindness 

Make  us  happy.     We  may  dream 
Over  scenes  that  now  have  vanished, 

And  recall  a  happy  time 
When  our  little  home  was  joyous 

'Neath  her  love,  pure  and  sublime. 

O  the  sorrow  of  each  mortal, 

When  the  hand  of  death  appears 
And  takes  from  us  those  who  love  us 

Leaving  us  to  weep  in  tears. 
We  must  seek  true  consolation, 

Knowing  that  our  dear  ones  dwell 
In  that  land  where  angels'  anthems 

To  the  Savior's  glory  swell. 


182  IN  MEMO Rl AM. 

Mother,  never  more  to  cheer  us! 

Now  bereft  of  every  love 
That  you  gave  us,  dearer  to  us 

Than  all  else  the  earth  above. 
Lowly  do  we  kneel  in  prayer, 

And  our  thoughts  ascend  on  high 
Where  you  reign  in  lasting  glory 

'Neath  the  Savior's  watchful  eye. 

Still  your  memory  will  brighten, 

And  our  hearts  will  not  despair, 
For  we  know  that  at  His  summons 

We  shall  meet  you  happy  there. 
Never  more  will  we  be  parted, 

And  our  lives  will  only  know 
Purest  joys  and  holy  pleasures 

All  unknown  on  earth  below. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  183 


JOHNNY  FELL. 

DIED  DEC.    l6,    1887. 

FROM  our  hearts  has  flown  the  gladness 

That  did  reign  when  he  was  here; 
And  we  live  alone  in  sadness, 

Miss  the  voice  that  gave  us  cheer; 
In  his  heavenly  home  above  us, 

Dwelling  with  the  angels  there, 
Lives  the  dear  one  who  did  love  us — 

Free  from  every  pain  and  care. 

Darling  Johnnie,  in  your  glory, 

Look  ye  down  upon  us  here; 
Give  to  us  the  loving  story, 

Free  our  hearts  from  its  despair. 
We  are  mourning  here  in  sorrow, 

Longing  to  clasp  you  again, 
And  we  wait  for  that  to-morrow 

When  will  end  all  earthly  pain. 

Yes,  our  darling  is  in  heaven 

And  he  waits  for  us  to  come, 
Praying  for  the  call  that's  given 

When  we'll  journey  to  his  home. 
There  to  live  in  love  forever, 

Never  knowing  care  or  pain; 
In  a  bond  death  cannot  sever, 

Where  earth's  pray'rs  are  not  in  vain. 


184  IN  MEMORIAM. 


MRS.  MARY  CROWLEY. 

DIED  MARCH   26,    l888,    AGE  58  YEARS. 

O'er  our  life  of  pleasure  falling 

Like  the  somber  pall  of  night, 
From  the  lips  of  angels  calling 

Came  the  summons  clear  and  bright. 
And  our  darling,  angel  mother 

Soared  unto  that  home  above; 
There  can  never  be  another 

Who  will  guard  us  with  such  love. 

Oh,  how  desolate  is  living, 

Nevermore  to  see  her  smile; 
When  the  pleasure  it  was  giving 

Mingled  with  us  all  the  while. 
Nevermore  the  footsteps  nearing 

To  caress  our  every  pain; 
Nevermore  her  face  appearing 

With  its  joyous  sweet  refrain. 

Vanished  like  a  flow'r  of  morning, 

When  its  fragrence  sweet  has  fled, 
Leaving  here  a  life  adorning 

With  the  loving  life  she  led. 
Leaving  loved  ones  here  in  sorrow, 

Longing  her  to  meet  again; 
Waiting  for  that  glad  to-morrow 

When  will  end  all  earthly  pain. 


IN  MEMORIAM.  185 

Loved  ones  met  her  there  in  heaven, 

Who  had  watched  for  her  to  come, 
When  the  angel's  call  was  given 

With  the  summons  to  come  home. 
Sister  Ellen,  Eugene  brother, 

And  our  father  waited  there; 
Children  lisping  name  of  "mother," 

Father  calling  "  wife  "  in  pray'r. 

Darling  mother  in  your  glory, 

Look  you  down  upon  us  here; 
Tell  to  us  the  olden  story, 

Free  our  hearts  from  its  despair. 
Tho'  you  dwell  in  realms  of  splendor, 

In  our  mem'ry  you  shall  live, 
And  your  words  so  sweet  and  tender 

To  our  hearts  will  comfort  give. 


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